Dysfunctional Families. I hate to break it to you, but who the hell doesn't have a dysunctional family story. Some of us just have more such stories than do other people.
Father Knows Best was the myth of the 50's. The 60's had Andy Griffith. I mean, who didn't want a wise and kind dad like Andy? And then came The Brady Bunch. The story of what constitutes a "normal" family has beed carefully crafted and sold to us through media consumption, educational materials, as well as observed Sunday behavior amongst the gathered community when the children in each family were groomed and well behaved.
My father told me and George that we gave our kids too much. He complained that we never made them really work for something material that they wanted. I think he was right.
I wonder if it would have been different if I had a husband who performed as a breadwinner, and I was the one at home. Yes, we could afford to have one parent at home, given the salary I was able to bring in. Back then, degrees mattered. To a large extent, they still do.
But degrees are not a guarantee of success.
What you make at a "job" is pretty much related to the skills you bring to the table. Entrapneurs are different... with great risk comes great reward. But don't expect someone else is going to finance your leap off a cliff.... you need alot of skin in the game if you want to win.
At age 45, I saw the need for an advanced degree and returned to earn a MBA while working full time at a job that demanded more than 40 hours a week. The skill building pursuit never ends if you want to stay relevant.
Shall I write about my alcoholic father and my bipolar mother? Shall I tell you the story of how I lost the love of my life due to him not being able to tolerate my mother's antics? Or the trauma he witnessed in me during alcohol related drama scenes? That's all the detail you're going to get.
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