I have four children. They are adored by their parents. But both those parents grew up in, frankly, different but shit homes. These children have a dad who was beaten and belittled and who grew up with no self esteem at all. And they have a mother who was neglected and abandoned and grew up in and out of care, with the sort of issues you'd expect.
But these children....they have been prioritised and loved and cared for every day of their lives. They have parents who are far from perfect but who have never stopped trying. They have had another happy Christmas day with gifts and great food and games and fun, which is every Christmas they've ever had. They have only the vaguest idea of their parents background.
I never normally talk like this, but I'm drinking the gin my oldest child bought me for Christmas, because he's lovely and he knows me 🤣. AIBU to be just so fucking proud that we broke the cycles we both grew up with, and created this happy new family for ourselves? Because I am. It's the joy of life. It makes everything worthwhile