[TheOldLady]

My father was a sleazy drunk, and my mother suffered from depression. Knowledge is power, and with hindsight about my upbringing, and observing my much-older siblings' lives, I ended up damaged but not dangerous, a little sad but not insanely so, very conservative but not controlling, sober but not a teetotaler.

Face it, y'all! I'm perfect. ;-p, or as a friend would say,

[trisham]

Face it, y'all! I'm perfect. ;-p

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LOL! Well, that makes one of us! :)

[Salamander]

My parents sent me to shrinks to find out why I “wasn’t like them”.

The shrinks’ unanimous and collective opinion was that ~I~ was not the family member[s] who should be seeing a shrink.

Somehow, I managed to escape the ancestral loony bin relatively unscathed.

[personally, I attribute that to spending *far* more time with my dogs and horses than my family]