Male,closer to my father. My father is an ex-soldier,and my mother is still serving,and both are very proud of the fact. And they ran the home like BMQ. But,I was never really close to my mother,since she is what you would get if you made Drill Instructor Heartman a woman and gave her blood red hair. She does care,but she is EXTREMELY overbearing and the definition of privacy for her is either lost,or very,very warped. Plus,she abhors gaming. My father is less "Drill Seargent Nasty",but is still fairly strict. The key differences are that he can be negotiated with when he isn't in a mood,and he's a gamer. He got me into it,and when he drifted out of it,I got him back in.
They both don't take the concept of me trying things my way very well,though. Shouting matches ensued. The odd slapping (them)/gut punch (me). They're old-school. They raised me right,and that's,in the end,all you can really ask of your parents. Dad's fifty-two,mother's fourty-eight. And they're in pretty good shape. Good soldiers never really stop being soldiers.
They both don't take the concept of me trying things my way very well,though. Shouting matches ensued. The odd slapping (them)/gut punch (me). They're old-school. They raised me right,and that's,in the end,all you can really ask of your parents. Dad's fifty-two,mother's fourty-eight. And they're in pretty good shape. Good soldiers never really stop being soldiers.
