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Danielle Bristol
Unit 2, Assignment 3
My Relationship with My Parents I left my parent’s home when I was 18. I have been back a few short times always with disastrous results so I guess this is where selective memory comes into play because I decided at age 35 to relocate to St. Louis from Rochester, NY which is where I grew up, to live with my parents. This decision had a profound impact on my relationship with parents and since then it’s never been the same. And it wasn’t in a good way. Not to say that my parents aren’t good people, because they are, they just were not good parents. I am the youngest of three children and the only girl. My two older brothers are eight and nine years older than me so I grew up basically as an only child. Since my brothers are so much older than me I am not really close with either of them. I have been close off and on with my mother but it was only if I called her often. If I didn’t call her as often as she saw fit then our relationship was strained. It remains that way to this day. Don’t get me wrong, I do love my mother. But my entire life, my mother has always been sick so my relationship with my mother has always been about her. No matter what I may have been going through at any various time in my life she will always find a way to bring it back to talking about herself or what someone did to her. Anyway, let’s get back to when I moved here at age 35. At that time, both of my parents were retired. I came here as a single mother to a 7 year old. My parents tried to be helpful but ended up being more controlling. Yes, I am their child but I am not a child. So at various times we butted heads over different situations. It would have been so easy just to discuss these things and move on from them but my parents’ way of dealing with things is to not speak to me when they are upset with me…...

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