Every time I go to work, I start getting ready and my son tries to stop me. He tells me, “Daddy, you have noooo work.” And every time I question what my ancestors could possibly have been thinking to trade family farms where they all worked together for these lonely urban lives.
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They worked isolated jobs in huge factories for near-slave wages. They worked themselves to death to provide for their families and no longer had time, energy, or softness of spirit to show affection and warmth with their kids. Kids either realized why, or didn’t and we’re hurt.
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Kids who got it tried to do the same. Show love with work and providing. No understanding of warmth or affection but real love in work and sacrificial misery. Kids who didn’t get it turned bitter. Became all about “Me me me!” Rebellious 50s teens. Baby boomer sex revolution.
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