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Having had the experience of having a bipolar mother myself, I guess I can't help but feel sympathy for the son, although my brothers (after the death of my father) were the ones who did most of the heavy lifting, had to deal with Mom's mental illness, much more than I did.

Well then, you are indebted to your brothers. Our parents did the heavy lifting to raise us. We owe them any and all heavy lifting they require later in life.

That is why, despite my dad's successful efforts to deny me my mother's inheritance, I never tried to sue him.

I did not like that greedball. He ran the household I grew up in like a permanent Army boot camp. As soon as my feet were big enough, all I ever got were G.I. shoes because they were the cheapest. Christmas "presents" were mostly clothing. Other clothing and sneakers was mostly from the thrift shop (second hand from other military families that donated clothing).

But ALL my dad's clothing, except the uniforms, was top of the line (See the Dictator complex). He had silver embroidered ties while he complained about how fast our hair grew ("forcing" him to give us our crew cuts) and how we were eating too much and outgrowing our clothes too quickly. The guy was a permanent disher outer of 24/7 guilt trip psychological abuse so we would feel guilty for being such moochers and grateful to his royal fascist highness for all his "sacrifices". He actually complained to me when I was a teenager that I "made too much noise" when I was pis sing in the toilet!

OF course he never missed a Sunday golf game with his personal golf clubs, bag and cart (he NEVER paid a caddie). And he was SO PROUD of that HAPPY FAMILY of 7 children that he took such GREAT CARE OF.  ::)

But he did keep me fed and clothed while growing up. Yes, he was an abusive fu ck, but, I know my responsibilities. He died at the ripe old age of 95 in 2008. I hope he extracted his head out of his self centered ass before he died. RIP.  8)
Rob not the poor, because he is poor: neither oppress the afflicted in the gate:
For the Lord will plead their cause, and spoil the soul of those that spoiled them. Pr. 22:22-23

 

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