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		<title>By: Arashi</title>
		<link>https://thisfish.com/if-i-wasnt-careful/#comment-30587</link>
		<dc:creator>Arashi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2008 10:52:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;I can remember few good moments with my father in the 18 years we spoke to each other. Actually, I think I don&#039;t even need my ten fingers to count them. That&#039;s the kind of person he is, and that&#039;s how willing to be a father he was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bad moments, those I remember pretty well. All of them. The day I told him I wanted to participate in my first gymnastics competition, and he refused to pay for it, because I wasn&#039;t going to win anyway... why should he waste his money? The slap on my face when I was 13, because I didn&#039;t want to stay beside him when he was drunk and having fun threatening to burn my face with his cigarette; the day I asked him five bucks because I needed material for a college exam, and he told me that flunking a class for once wouldn&#039;t hurt me (that&#039;s what I get for getting into a good university when he was never smart enough for that); the day he zigzagged on the most dangerous road in the city at 120 kilometres an hour just to scare me... oh I remember them all. Every single detail.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know what the problem is, Heather? You&#039;re always the only one that remembers the hurt. And when you talk to people about things like these, they have two reactions: either they look at you funny and roll their eyes, as if saying that you are overreacting, or they pat your head as if saying &#039;poor kid&#039;.  But in the end, all of them say you need to love your parents just because they share your blood and last name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have always been a very logical person, and that makes no sense to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some parents won&#039;t love you. Some will, occasionally, but most of the time they&#039;ll be so wrapped up in their own lives that they will treat you like you&#039;re just another piece of furniture and won&#039;t even notice the damage they&#039;re causing. If you&#039;re lucky, you get a parent that will remember that children are human beings too, and no, they don&#039;t bounce back from everything.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I can remember few good moments with my father in the 18 years we spoke to each other. Actually, I think I don&#8217;t even need my ten fingers to count them. That&#8217;s the kind of person he is, and that&#8217;s how willing to be a father he was.</p>
<p>The bad moments, those I remember pretty well. All of them. The day I told him I wanted to participate in my first gymnastics competition, and he refused to pay for it, because I wasn&#8217;t going to win anyway&#8230; why should he waste his money? The slap on my face when I was 13, because I didn&#8217;t want to stay beside him when he was drunk and having fun threatening to burn my face with his cigarette; the day I asked him five bucks because I needed material for a college exam, and he told me that flunking a class for once wouldn&#8217;t hurt me (that&#8217;s what I get for getting into a good university when he was never smart enough for that); the day he zigzagged on the most dangerous road in the city at 120 kilometres an hour just to scare me&#8230; oh I remember them all. Every single detail.</p>
<p>You know what the problem is, Heather? You&#8217;re always the only one that remembers the hurt. And when you talk to people about things like these, they have two reactions: either they look at you funny and roll their eyes, as if saying that you are overreacting, or they pat your head as if saying &#8216;poor kid&#8217;.  But in the end, all of them say you need to love your parents just because they share your blood and last name.</p>
<p>I have always been a very logical person, and that makes no sense to me.</p>
<p>Some parents won&#8217;t love you. Some will, occasionally, but most of the time they&#8217;ll be so wrapped up in their own lives that they will treat you like you&#8217;re just another piece of furniture and won&#8217;t even notice the damage they&#8217;re causing. If you&#8217;re lucky, you get a parent that will remember that children are human beings too, and no, they don&#8217;t bounce back from everything.</p>
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		<title>By: Melanie</title>
		<link>https://thisfish.com/if-i-wasnt-careful/#comment-30586</link>
		<dc:creator>Melanie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2008 22:06:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Wow.  Like Alec Baldwin abusing his daughter.  You do realize now that this was all about your woman hating dad, right?&lt;/p&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow.  Like Alec Baldwin abusing his daughter.  You do realize now that this was all about your woman hating dad, right?</p>
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		<title>By: Sarah</title>
		<link>https://thisfish.com/if-i-wasnt-careful/#comment-30585</link>
		<dc:creator>Sarah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2008 01:01:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;I had something very similar happen to me. Even though they had already divorced, I didn&#039;t tell my mother because I was afraid she would agree with him.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had something very similar happen to me. Even though they had already divorced, I didn&#8217;t tell my mother because I was afraid she would agree with him.</p>
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		<title>By: lawyerchik</title>
		<link>https://thisfish.com/if-i-wasnt-careful/#comment-30584</link>
		<dc:creator>lawyerchik</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 03:14:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Forgot to tell you:  one time (in the not-too-distant past), my dad was in a pissy mood and called me a &quot;B&quot;(rhymes with witch).  I retaliated by telling him that if I was a &quot;b****,&quot; then he was a son-of-a-b****.  He took extreme offense at that, asking, &quot;Are you calling my mother a b****?&quot;  I said, &quot;You called me one - what&#039;s the big deal?!?&quot;  He hasn&#039;t called me a b**** since.  &lt;/p&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Forgot to tell you:  one time (in the not-too-distant past), my dad was in a pissy mood and called me a &#8220;B&#8221;(rhymes with witch).  I retaliated by telling him that if I was a &#8220;b****,&#8221; then he was a son-of-a-b****.  He took extreme offense at that, asking, &#8220;Are you calling my mother a b****?&#8221;  I said, &#8220;You called me one &#8211; what&#8217;s the big deal?!?&#8221;  He hasn&#8217;t called me a b**** since.  </p>
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		<title>By: Katie</title>
		<link>https://thisfish.com/if-i-wasnt-careful/#comment-30583</link>
		<dc:creator>Katie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2008 03:40:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Thank you for this story.  Sometimes I feel as if I&#039;m the only one who went through &quot;stuff&quot; as a kid - even though, now as an adult, I know I&#039;m not the only one - it&#039;s cathartic to hear from someone else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It&#039;s so confusing when you&#039;re a kid to have to go through this and not know what to make of it.  Some kids have a handle on it, some do not until much later in life.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you for this story.  Sometimes I feel as if I&#8217;m the only one who went through &#8220;stuff&#8221; as a kid &#8211; even though, now as an adult, I know I&#8217;m not the only one &#8211; it&#8217;s cathartic to hear from someone else.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s so confusing when you&#8217;re a kid to have to go through this and not know what to make of it.  Some kids have a handle on it, some do not until much later in life.</p>
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