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Yeah, I gotta say my childhood was pretty good. Although it is obvious NOW that my parents were absolutely miserable being together and they only satyed married "for the kids' sake." Both of my parents were very supportive of anything I/we wanted to do. Whether it was little league, band or whathaveyou. So they lived through us, not eachother.
What really sucked wasn't in my childhood, rather after it. Dad died when I was 22 (I was a very immature 22 year old, however) and after his death we found some letters he'd written, apparently just for the sake of writing his thoughts down. He was a very depressed and lonely person, and I had never picked up on it. I wish he'd let his emotions be known more, because I think we could have bonded much more than we did. I always took for granted that he'd be there, then all of a sudden, he was gone.
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