You aggress me just because “firearms” and ignore that I’ve helped many people throughout my life.
Dude, they are talking about your parents, not you.
Bad parenting? Ugh not really, maybe the leave me alone treatment or thrown against the wall or being whipped fun times. Aside that, it’s like I had three cars in high school, an apartment, a credit card, and another apartment in another country, a 4k computer in the early 2000s.
You’ve just listed a bunch of things that I’d associate with bad parenting. Physical abuse, emotional abuse, and spoiling with expensive items.
I don’t disagree. But I’ve learned how to overcome. I still did what I wanted anyway. I asked for a $600 beater so I could learn how to fix cars. I got a Mercedes instead. The first car I bought was a $600 non working jeep with 300k miles.
It’s probably why I had so many people come to me for help–I think I have a few screws loose; where I came from the kids had knives on the playground. I have two cuts on my face.
It was a strange thing to have people in their 50’s come out, being gay, to me; I don’t have a problem with that. Or even tell me about what atrocities they experienced in their childhood. It’s the only thing I can brag about, that people, even to this day, tell me their darkest secrets that they’ve held on to throughout their lives.
I’m not that guy, but…
Dude, they are talking about your parents, not you.
You’ve just listed a bunch of things that I’d associate with bad parenting. Physical abuse, emotional abuse, and spoiling with expensive items.
I don’t disagree. But I’ve learned how to overcome. I still did what I wanted anyway. I asked for a $600 beater so I could learn how to fix cars. I got a Mercedes instead. The first car I bought was a $600 non working jeep with 300k miles.
It’s probably why I had so many people come to me for help–I think I have a few screws loose; where I came from the kids had knives on the playground. I have two cuts on my face.
It was a strange thing to have people in their 50’s come out, being gay, to me; I don’t have a problem with that. Or even tell me about what atrocities they experienced in their childhood. It’s the only thing I can brag about, that people, even to this day, tell me their darkest secrets that they’ve held on to throughout their lives.