Originally posted by mikelomLMAO!
For me to indulge in with an easy life, and for you to ponder and only dream about.
If you really want to waste your time worrying about me, please try to do it quietly; you're disturbing my thread run.. 😉
Yes, I've always dreamt of beating a purchased wife... while drunk.
You're a waste of air, Mike. Consider how useful your organs would be for people that are really loved and needed in this world.
Originally posted by PonderableI see, yes. Pointed clearly.
our birth years are respectively 1965 (sister) 1967(brother) 1968 (me) and 1969 (brother) So not much use to make the Baby was it?
And, wow! I applaud your mother! Close births, some going in strength.
It certainly wasn't as easy in the sixties as it is now...
Originally posted by lolainkPretty much the same here. However, I can't help but feel thankful that my parents were much harder on me. It better equipped me for the "real" world.
I was the first of 3, we were all about 5 years apart. My brother the middle, sister the last.
Of course I had the most restrictions, and ended up rebelling the most....
Dad wasn't as hard on my brother and by the time my sister was a teen, she pretty much had free reign ... Guess it all evens out in the end 🙂
I was the last one. Last one of four sisters, youngest cousin in my dad's family, and nearly last cousin in my mother's family. My sisters got all the attention and the privileges. I was just in the way...born in the depression. I stayed quiet at the table as the conversation swirled about me. My parents did not even bother to attend my high school graduation, even though I graduated in the top 10% of a class of 413 students. I had no praise or pats on the back for any of my achievements. My sisters' kids were deemed the grandchildren, mine were the grandchildren of my husband's parents.
Originally posted by ale1552Hmm...
I was the last one. Last one of four sisters, youngest cousin in my dad's family, and nearly last cousin in my mother's family. My sisters got all the attention and the privileges. I was just in the way...born in the depression. I stayed quiet at the table as the conversation swirled about me. My parents did not even bother to attend my high school graduatio ...[text shortened]... rs' kids were deemed the grandchildren, mine were the grandchildren of my husband's parents.
Originally posted by ale1552That's just awful. I somewhat feel your pain. My father's half of the family do not think highly of me or my sister because we're halfbreed children. As a result, we have no relationship with them.
I was the last one. Last one of four sisters, youngest cousin in my dad's family, and nearly last cousin in my mother's family. My sisters got all the attention and the privileges. I was just in the way...born in the depression. I stayed quiet at the table as the conversation swirled about me. My parents did not even bother to attend my high school graduatio ...[text shortened]... rs' kids were deemed the grandchildren, mine were the grandchildren of my husband's parents.
I am the second of three. I got less grief from and gave more grief to my parents than either of my sisters did, although I'm less attention-seeking (and less nice) than either of them. This would seem to violate part of the stereotype, but we're also quite close in age and the stereotype is probably not true much more often than it isn't.
Originally posted by darvlayAre they the sort of racists who still use the word "miscegenation", or are they the sort of racists who wouldn't know how to look it up in the dictionary?
That's just awful. I somewhat feel your pain. My father's half of the family do not think highly of me or my sister because we're halfbreed children. As a result, we have no relationship with them.