Growing up, I thought my normal was pretty good! Then I met H and he came to family things with me and his reaction was, "Whoa! This group totally cuts everyone down ALL THE TIME!" And it's true. Holy cats. My normal not so nice or normal.
H's family, which is very supportive *of the family*, has its own knee-deepness of crazy. MIL would say to me, "Don't hold your crying babies! You'll spoil them!" and was awesome at really crapping on the toddler boy when he was little. Different family, different crazy.
Really really would love to break the cycle and raise two well adjusted kids. Whoops.
