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No real physical abuse horror stories, just absence, absence of mental strength, i guess.

Growing up, as i tested spreading my wings, i found my parents just giving up so easily. Learning this, being the resourceful (asshole) teenager that i was, i learned i could get away with just about anything without much of a fight grom them, as long as they had their jim beam and chesterfield kings (dad) gilbeys gin and kent (mom) they were ok, and i was good to go.

So i guess i abused their abuse? Weird.

Thanks for making me ponder.

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