Tại vì có 1 a nyc bảo mình bị daddy issue. Now ‘daddy’ is where he got that wrong, because I hate my mom just as much as I hate my dad. I love them, but I’ll get there in a minute. But I didn’t know why he said that. Now, I have been known to date good looking guys, and they must’ve got some from their dads, right? This one even has 2 dads. At this point I had to high-five his mom, because, go woman, not being creepy here, but both his dads are still stunning at their 60s, and that’s when I realized he was the one with daddy(s) issue – takes one to know one, huh? Because he would never be half as good as his dads. And not just good-looking wise – everything-else wise, I’m very sure. And they both adored me – I’m a sweet little girl. But I won’t get too close to that here; this actually has very little to do with any of my exes. Here is why I don’t have daddy issue. I just have a quite uncomfortable relationship with my dad. And my mom. She always wanted us (my sister and me) to understand right away what she’s understood– that she had all her life to figure out, and she never could see why we couldn’t do life just like she did (uhh, how about because we’re combined from 2 very different persons who decided to have offspring together?), and he always wanted sons. So there’s that. But if you come around the age that your parents were when they had you, and you’re not married yet – meaning, you don’t have a new set of parents to judge yet (ohhhhhh and if you do, it’s very fun, I got a sense for a while, and it helped a lot, explained why their son and I were torturing each other, and no we were not done quite yet hahahaaaa, not for a long little while, that’s how you know they’re just as fucked up as your parents, and they’re not even afraid to show you that, and the best part is, you don’t have to feel bad for that family, because they didn’t care all that much about you – just like you didn’t them), and you don’t have kids to worry about yet – if they’re gonna grow up and become criminals, and you have no choice but to go back and analyze the one set you’re blessed with from the start – yeah, who else do you have to blame for your problems? You just have no choice but to be understanding towards your parents. At this point I’m proud to say that I know everything about my mom and my dad. From their side, they still struggle to figure out what my favorite food is (can’t blame them, I change it every year), plus, my sister’s gone vegan, so my mom has to invent new dishes to amuse me and make sure it’s vegan for my sister. I know my mom will never stop responding “yes?” no matter how many times my sister and I pretend to fight and yell MOMMMM for help, and my dad can’t get mad at me if I annoy him but give him a new puzzle to solve after, like, Dad, dad, Daaaaaddddd, what does the word ‘tờ’ mean in the saying ‘im lặng như tờ’? And he has a sweet tooth just like mine and only likes the snacks I choose, but my mom will only let him have 1 per day. See, Im such a good kid. My dad once said that this generation (millennials) will be the first ones who forget their roots (ancestors, going back to the dad’s hometown 3 times a year to pray, with 2 billions death dates –in lunar calendar – of passed loved ones to remember, etc). But I say, we’re the first generation who ever has to forgive their parents. Because we didn’t live through war, or famine, or any plague (OK we had COVID but most of us millennials were on the way to our 30s by then), our lives have been nothing compared to the misery the previous generations had. They can blame their problems on the time, the place, and whatever hardship they had to endure. We have nothing but our upbringing to blame. At some point, we leave our nest – oh what good start we have, then we create our own little societies , but we manage to screw every single one of them up. And now every therapist talks about the childhood trauma and the parents (and the ‘inner child’, whatever the fuck that means), so we believe that’s why we end up here, and ‘here’ is a very bad place. And because we can’t go on if we keep blaming ourselves for our past mistakes, we need to keep digging, yes, dig deeper, just a little deeper, like, what did your mom do to you that morning before school? Hahahaaaa. Let it all out, don’t let it haunt you! Put the responsibility on someone, something else! It is not fair but it is how it is. And so our parents have to take the hit. Then the therapist goes on to say, now, you forgive your parents. And so we do. We still don’t understand what they actually did to us? But we forgive them alright. We have no choice but to. I actually don’t have any childhood trauma (and never went to any therapist). This is something that I turned upside down in my head to confirm, in every conversation I had with my sister. We both concluded that, no, we had a normal childhood, our parents were (and still are) very nice, they did the best they could, and far better than many other families; yes they always have had their own problems here and there, but nothing too crazy. Just 2