Oh complicated! Well I will start at the beginning.
My dad is the youngest of three in his family. My mom is the oldest of three in her family. My dad was born exactly three weeks before my mom in the same hospital delivered by the same doctor. They have known/dated each other since they were 13 years old and have been married for 41 years! PHEW! They grew up in the small town of Shreveport, Louisiana....and they met because of a freak snowstorm! My mom was staying at a friend's house and it snowed and my mom couldn't get home. Her friend's house happened to be around the corner from my dad's house, and all the neighborhood kids got together and played in the snow. My dad's mother invited everyone in for hot chocolate and that is how they met.
A funny story....when my dad was in college, he and my mom were dating but in a long distance relationship. One day the first week, my dad's roommate came in and said hey I want to take you downstairs to introduce you to some cool guys....so they went downstairs and when they walked into the guy's room there was a picture of my mom on the guy's dresser!! My dad was like uh....that is my girlfriend! Turns out the guy had a TERRIBLE crush on my mom and bribed her sister, my aunt, to give him a copy of her senior picture! HAHA
The other funny story is that my grandfather (mom's father) used to give my uncle 50 cents to go downstairs and spy on my parents when they were hanging out together. My uncle said my dad was the only guy smart enough to give him a dollar to go back upstairs and leave them alone!
I love my parents. I really do. But they are also the people that cut me the most deeply. As I said in the meme I did a few days ago...my mom isType A, the exact opposite from me, can cut me SO easily to the core! She makes me doubt myself, and she is very controlling.....but she is also one of the strongest, bravest people I know who is someone that can walk through fire with faith and grace under pressure. I don't know that I am closer to my dad, but we are a lot more alike. We both have ADHD so we are both sort of laid back, distractable, people. We both love history. My dad had a hard life growing up in his family. He never saw love expressed between his parents, he can't remember when he heard his parents tell each other or tell him that they loved him. Not that he thought they didn't, just that they never told him. One of my favorite memories is that one day when I was younger and living at home, my dad walked out the door one morning leaving for work. He came back in about 3 seconds later and I thought he forgot something. And he came over and gave me a hug and a kiss good bye. That is what he felt like he had forgotten and he came back into the house to do so.
So despite the fact that my parents can cut me to the bone, I am also very close to them.....sometimes too close....I am learning now how to set boundaries, and I have gotten better about opening my mouth to tell them everything like normal because lately sometimes I overshare and then it complicates things. All in all though, I know I am ridiculously lucky and grateful to have the kind of parents that I do. And I definitely appreciate them.
My parents and sister!