Anyone have an unconventional upbringing?

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I guess that's the perfect summation of it. It's kind of a relief to just chalk it up to the difficulties of human interaction. I was arguing with my husband this time (of all people) and I have to remember that he was on tour all weekend and didn't get any sleep. So of course he was cranky. Truth be told, I have no idea who started the fight, him or me. But I do know I should have been able to find a way out, since that has been my sincerest goal. It's not easy!

Does anyone have suggestions for how to extricate yourself when a verbal attack has been made? How do you change the direction of a conversation so that it goes to lighthearted instead of down to angry arguments?
 
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Husband conflicts! The very best type! *sarcasm*
My husband is a musician and succumbs to the melancholy so particular to his breed.
 
LOL. Ugh. It's so hard to be unbiased when it's your husband, who is in your innermost circle of trust. I was editing my post when you were responding to include the last question, just so you know.
 
i had a "dysfunctional" upbringing. I don't tell people to much how bad it really was. Most people would never guess. My mom was married 5 times. She has and will always make really bad choices in men. She was horribly abused as a child and I believe she did the best she could. I grew up with a misfit family of odds and ends of step and half siblings. 6 girls, 1 boy. I
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have to say more than half of my childhood we lived below the "poverty line". Most of the kids in my family are way messed up. I am one of the most "normal" of them(but underneath I think that I am not.)
I now have a really really great husband and two beautiful and awesome kids. I often wondered what happened. How the heck did I get here? I guess I am lucky. Very Lucky!
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Oh wow...what a question. A good one but a real zinger for sure.

I grew up in an environment that was anything but mainstream. LOL. I was one of three children, two of us survived. My older brother died shortly after he was born. I am the oldest of two girls and grew up with my sister, both parents, both maternal grandparents, both paternal grandparents and one great grandparent from each side.....in one home.

There was never any true privacy, everything was shared, discussed and resolved with everyone's input. It was rough because we were 'different'. I fit into no group with my peers...I was not white and I was not black and I was not hispanic....I was "That indian girl". It was lonely at times but really made me a strong person.

I survived two horrid marriages, cancer twice, a stroke, and numerous other oddities and events. I paid my way through college (and am still paying for it LOL). I graduated top of my class from Stetson University Of Law. I am beating cancer now a third time.

I resent the Federal Government...specifically the Bureau of Indian Affairs. I resent being numbered and tagged like a hunted animal so that the government can track me, my bloodline, my children and my death. I resent being tagged by the decendents of individuals in Washington who came here uninvited and decided to take over through less than honorable /respectful means. But ...that is another story.

I follow the beliefs of my grandparents and my native upbringing....I am not a christian by definition....I am just a good person who treats everyone equally and respectfully until such time as they no longer deserve that treatment. I am educated, intelligent, loving, kind, compassionate and passionate about life and everything I do. I say my prayers in the morning outside..rain or shine. I honor all living things from the chickweed to the Whale. I believe in the relationship of all living things and a necessary balance.

I thank my family for making me strong, independent and a decent human being. I thank the Creator for allowing me this life.
 
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wow! you rock! my cousins are Navajo and Ute indian and they don't know anyting of their heritage. they were always lumped into "mexican" too. I think that they are beautiful. (I was always jealous of the tan skin and black glossy hair. they rarely had to shave either!)
 
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this is creepy on how similar we are. both live in oregon for one. lol . i was an accident, youngest of 4, and my mom was 40 when she had me. VERRRRY similar.. my parents are alot like yours.. interesting.. i am also open minded and i hate to argue, but latly all i have do is ARGUE !
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hmmmm maybe its the water
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