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Raigne
I used to be. When you grow up with a bipolar mother and an alcoholic stepfather you learn to compartmentalize. They are both good people and I love them a lot. Their respective problems made living with them a nightmare often enough that I had to
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I used to be. When you grow up with a bipolar mother and an alcoholic stepfather you learn to compartmentalize. They are both good people and I love them a lot. Their respective problems made living with them a nightmare often enough that I had to learn to deal with it.
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I can sympathize. My parents were equally as dysfunctional - but in different ways. But as you said, you love them and learn to cope.
Oddly I learned as much from parents about what what not to do - as what to do. It also motivated me to look around for better roll models. I was lucky to have great grandparents who although they were very 'old fashioned' were able to shoe me how to respect your partner and foster loving relationships.
