Who do you love more?

Who do you love more?

When I was seven, my parents got into some sort of funny friendly argument. My dad was always the jokester and wasn’t serious and my mom had a more dry, intellectual sense of humor and took most things very serious. The problem with their friendly argument was that it never stayed at that level but instead escalated.

My dad called me over and jokingly asked me, “Who do you love more, me or your mom?”

Me squirming, “I don’t know”

My mom, “What do you mean you don’t know, after all I have done for you?”

My dad, “Sure, but I’m a much nicer parent”

This conversation went on for about ten minutes but during that time, it painfully escalated. By the end, each parent was truly wanting to know how I felt and was leveraging stiff punishments for not choosing the right parent.  I was trapped. It was one of the first times I was exposed to style of parenting. In the end, I was spanked for not making a choice and sent to bed for the night.

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