Goodness, yes. I was an adult before I truly realized that my mother and father had both been abused; my father, physically by a mother with (then) undiagnosed hypoglycemia. I remember her as a lovely old woman. My mother's abuse was emotional and on-going; part of the reason I loathed my grandmother.
But I always give, and do to this day, my parents full and high marks for stopping it right there. Nobody could be more loving than my parents while we were growing up. The may have (and did have) some lousy communication habits but far as I'm concerned, that's far less important than the basic knowledge that we were LOVED.
Amen for putting it behind us...and learning from it!
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Date: 2007-12-14 10:28 pm (UTC)But I always give, and do to this day, my parents full and high marks for stopping it right there. Nobody could be more loving than my parents while we were growing up. The may have (and did have) some lousy communication habits but far as I'm concerned, that's far less important than the basic knowledge that we were LOVED.
Amen for putting it behind us...and learning from it!