What can I say about my parents, she was beautiful, he was charming and they had a fused relationship. They could not live together, nor could they live apart and because of this, they created a chaotic and crazy environment in which to raise their children.
My Mother was engaged to a doctor when she met my father and six weeks after dumping the doctor she married my father. Her Mother never forgave her this act of rebellion.
On their wedding night, my parents apparently agreed they wanted 12 children. My father found it difficult to stop at 12, he produced, to his knowledge, 19 children. When I was growing up my father was mostly absent and my Mother mostly ill and emotionally absent.
I do think I have inherited some traits from parents. They both loved animals, I love animals, they both liked gardening, I like to garden, they both liked to cook, I like to cook. My father was a professional photojournalist, I like to take photos and write. My Mother could make magic, I believe in magic. Both were hoarders, thankfully I did not inherit that trait!
My Mother died young. My father died shortly after my Mother. I wish my Mother had lived long enough to see most of her children settled. I think my Mother would have liked my patio views.
wedding band photo from the Internet