I never had a big problem with my parents' rules. I might not have liked the rules but they were their rules. I was taught respect.
I started buying my own clothes when I first started working in the summers, but if I had tried to get away with a hooker outfit, that outfit would have gone into the trash. I was taught class.
Never for one minute would I think my dad was a d*** (can't even use that word in the same sentence) because he got something for himself. I liked my parents to be happy, too. I was taught love.
But, they sacrificed anyway, because they loved and respected me. Who or what is missing in your equation?
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A word to the wise ain't necessary - it's the stupid ones who need the advice.
--Bill Cosby
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