I have recently had to go no contact with my eldest child. He can f**k right of and enjoy his own failure. I protected him, took care of him, fed him, helped him with homework, got exercise equipment and he lost a ton of weight because of it, yet he wishes I never existed. When I was old enough for college I even took parenting and childhood education classes to give him the best chance possible. I also got us both out of that situation when he was too afraid to speak during the custody hearings. Even when he was a toddler I literally gave my own body to protect my baby brother.
I protected him from the sexual abuse I suffered. He's a horrible human being even on his clear days and blames me for all of his problems, even though I cared for him and worked for a future for him as much as I did my little sister (she's in college now). He was too far gone by then in his own hatred. I think he has undiagnosed bipolar disorder, but by the time it showed up he was old enough to refuse treatment. Today I call my sister daughter, and she called me dad for a while (felt too weird for both of us). I'm the oldest in an abusive family, and my mom was mentally checked out. I raised my brother and sister as my own children. These other posts on here about complete abandonment and drugs and s**t - I don't have anything like that in my life.īut seriously - wear a condom, and really think hard before you become a parent. I find them to be great people.īut goddammit, folks, if I had it to do over again, there is no f**king way I would get married and have children. I did not enjoy fatherhood, and I am glad it is over. The tremendous cost in money and time is just unbelievable. The yelling, arguing, stupid idiotic bad decisions, destruction of our property from them getting angry at things or walls or breaking expensive plates or just playing around things and smashing them. I did not enjoy fighting with them about homework or not eating in the den or leaving dirty dishes laying around. I enjoyed seeing them in plays, singing, doing sports, etc, but I did not enjoy how much of my time all of that took. I did not enjoy competing with them for attention. I did not enjoy watching my wife be torn apart giving birth. I did not enjoy changing diapers or midnight feedings.
It was an 18 year long war with a stubborn, ignorant, arrogant young person that ended only after they finally moved out, tried everything their way, failed, and finally admitted it and apologized. I did not find it to be a joy nor an honor. Some people love it and find it the greatest honor and joy of their lives. As a parent who's kids are grown now and have moved out and become successful and parents themselves (in one case), I would like to share this: It’ll pass like a kidney stone, but it will pass.ĭislike? Do not love? Too extreme of an expression. Until you’ve raised a middle class white male who’s hell bent on telling you, a woman with no education who worked in heavy, male dominated industry in her 20’s, that you HAVE NO IDEA WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE MARGINALISED you have simply not lived! Apparently i have no idea what it’s like to live like these poor kids who’ve lived in the same home since they were born, have parents who give them literally everything they need, and have minimum expectations.īut I suspect this will pass.
Hormones + Opinions + Advanced Height Above Your Parent = every day I’m rolling my eyes and biting my tongue.Īnd yes, I feel their sexuality and gender identity come in to this. I don’t not like them, but I am the current owner/operator of a 15 yr old gay son and a 12 year old hetero daughter and tbh if the fox and the cat from Pinocchio showed up and offered them tickets to Pleasure Island, I’d pack ‘em a bag quick as.
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