I use to suffer from
I use to suffer from what used to be called 20 something years ago nervous stomach aches when I was stressed. Why? I was taking away from my parents but had to see them weekly, and after a visit or dealings with them, my stomach would kill me. I would describe the pain as being equal or worse then having a child. I would lay on my floor in pain. Eventually that stopped when I got older. But no wonder the kids have stomach problems or I’m surprised they’re not sick all the time from stress. Imagine living inconstant fear of being beat with a spoon. Being beat for being a kid. For disturbing mommy while she’s trying to make a YouTube video.
I raised some kids, and I never beat or degraded them by saying “you’re bad”. And guess what? They’re normal functioning adults now. Not co dependent, and not trying to fill a void cause their mommy or daddy beat them. That’s what being a parent should be about raising a child to become a functioning, compassionate, loving adults. Nothing makes my blood boil more than seeing people with kids just scream and scream at their kids in a store. Amy can’t control her eating and is reckless with that, is anyone surprised she is reckless when it comes to parenting?