Once, many years ago, my mom’s cat was very ill. Being the runt of the litter of an overbred cat, he had problems with diverticulum and would probably die within a few months. But he and my mom held on, she even sneaked him into a hospital meant for humans! Turkey kept on pushing on as well, after five surgeries he was still alive! Eventually, after a final fifth surgery that closed the cavity inside of his esophagus, he got better.
My cat’s shining moment
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Of course my parents didn’t tend to our emotional health growing up. They seldom care for their own emotional health! In that generation, most of the men just drink their sorrows away.
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I WISH MY PARENTS HAD PAID ATTENTION TO NOTICE THAT I WAS BEEN BODY SHAMED. Or maybe they did, but just didn’t care or didn’t think it was important.
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My parents worked alot, never supported my activities. Didn’t do anything to build my confidence, self esteem, so from that I learned the type of parent I wanted to be.
