Seventeen years and plenty of arguments later, I would’ve never realized how much both of these people meant to me if it weren’t for one boring, scorching summer day at my house. My parents are the complete definition of what it means to be dysfunctional because of all their differences. Although both may be different in their parenting style and problem solving, they both have a similar background and personality that is the foundation to our family’s unconditional love. It all happened about two hundred and seventy-nine days ago. My parents had just come back from the mall and I had been sitting on my couch for five hours with nothing to do. Before they pulled up in the drive way, I made plans to go with my friends to the mall and the movies. Once they got out of the car and walked to the door, I rushed to open it so I could ask them a serious question. I looked at them with confidence thinking that being as old as I am would validate my freedom. I asked, “Could I go to the mall and the movies
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My mother likes to get her way most of the time. She is a more authoritarian parent who has a set of rules that she expects all of us to follow. When I don’t follow these rules, the punishment is crucial (My phone gets taken away). When I follow these rules, she rewards me with more time with my phone. I don’t understand it sometimes because she claims that it’s “Beneficial to our behavior”. I think otherwise. I believe that she’s just being intrusive and punitive and she’s trying to ruin my life. On the other hand, my father, the coolest of all fathers, also likes to get his way, (just like any other parent) but is more of a permissive parent. He has fewer demands than my mother and rarely gives us punishments. My father believes in self-regulation and almost always tries to avoid confrontation. My father is the reason why I can tolerate my mother. He tries to help us understand things and why they’re done to
My mother likes to get her way most of the time. She is a more authoritarian parent who has a set of rules that she expects all of us to follow. When I don’t follow these rules, the punishment is crucial (My phone gets taken away). When I follow these rules, she rewards me with more time with my phone. I don’t understand it sometimes because she claims that it’s “Beneficial to our behavior”. I think otherwise. I believe that she’s just being intrusive and punitive and she’s trying to ruin my life. On the other hand, my father, the coolest of all fathers, also likes to get his way, (just like any other parent) but is more of a permissive parent. He has fewer demands than my mother and rarely gives us punishments. My father believes in self-regulation and almost always tries to avoid confrontation. My father is the reason why I can tolerate my mother. He tries to help us understand things and why they’re done to