My Father...

1. doesn't give a shit about me sometimes.

2. Calls me by the wrong name

3. Writes "cum to daddy" in text messages and it freaks me out.

My Mother.....

1. lets her children go to bed hungry while she dines out with her boyfriend.

2. curses infront of children

3. acts like a child herself

No parents are perfect but my parents should've never had kids.

I don't like that my mum never stands up to my dad because if she does he gives her the silent treatment. I don't like that my dad will tell her to shut up at the dinner table, in front of guests, and if those guests say anything, they are never invited back again, simply cut off.

my dad is pussy whipped by his crazy new wife. she's a btch and walks all over him.i hate he moved away. he needs to get his house sold already and move back here like he's been saying for 2 yrs.my stepmom loves to instigate and make little mumbling comments to press your buttons.

my mom treats me like a little kid.who seen black swan?on a leash. overprotective. i have no privacy. she's ocd and loves to start shit and argue with me. no wonder i made it to 27 b4 i even kissed a guy. her and 2 of her 3 sisters are constantly on my case. be it about going back to school. my ink or piercings.

I didn't really get to know my dad very well but I guess I hate that he was always drunk.

My mom is like my everything. There are things that bother me but that aren't necessarily about her or her personality. Although sometimes I think she is too nice, too selfless.

They had sex and I was born. All my suffering stems from that.

All the good days, happiness, love, fun, nonjudgmental views, freedom, stimulating, independance, trust, neglect, manipulation, growth, their own change, intellect, stupidity, good looks, attitude, arrogance, fun, lighthartedness, stubborness, proud, fiercefull, creativity, openminded, soft, warm, genuine good souls, love for music, living with nature, dancing grace, laughs, trust, distrust,

I can't be more gratefull for all the lessons in live my parents thought me, intentionally or not. In return, I'm still confronting and triggering them, so they will never cease to learn all these lessons from me

I truly have weird parents. However, they are the best in the world. Their values on live have proven to be right (most of the time)

However, I did spend 20 years of hating them before I could love and appreciate them as I do now.

Nothing. My parents are pretty okay. A little dorky at times, but nothing really bad stands out. I like hanging out with them.

I love my mom... I wish she wasn't abused and abandoned by her parents... this would have prevented her from making many parenting mistakes. But I still turned out OK, and all is good.

Rock on mommy! You are the best!

I still love you that you introduced me to weed at 8

You yelled at me and called me a whore when I got my period when I asked you what to do about wearing a pad for the first time

You hugged everytime you beat me with random objects out of guilt for bruising my body, and tearing my spirit down completely

You encouraged my sister to bully me, you laughed when my little brother hit me with an iron, roller skates, and other heavy objects

You lied to me, over and over again

You said I looked like a n---ger since I had a wide nose, you talked about my nose being ugly every chance you could

You still lie to me

But you love me, and through all that I forgave you... but I still remember because what you did is still a part of me today.

It made me strong and made me grow, and you treated me a thousand times better than my absentee father... who showed up when I was 23, just to say I wasn't his child,

Now he drunk calls me, saying I am the best thing in his life because no one else can stand him.He truly is a miserable human being.

Mom, you made me strong enough to not bat an eyelash when my father criticizes my weight and my life choices. You taught me to still be loving and compasionate to the poor excuse of a man I call "father"

and for this I thank you for teaching me the true meaning of love. I am a good momma because of what I learned from being your child.

I look forward to seeing you tomorrow mommy, I will cook you your favorite meal, since I love you so! You beat me down, but you only made me strong.

i can't imagine mine ever being together ever. my moms fucking crazy. but then again so is my stepmom. i guess dad likes the crazy type? he's so laid back and nice

I really hate that they're no longer alive.

them every chance you get!

My dad never had the slightest interest in me. He had kids all over the place. Typical douche.

Mom choosing the type of dudes that would either physically or otherwise abuse her in my prescence as a child. This was really the only thing she dropped the ball on as a parent. I hate that it happened, I have no harsh feelings or resentments toward her for it. I have my hang ups and completely understand how this thing can come about.

purplemookiebut said:

my dad is pussy whipped by his crazy new wife. she's a btch and walks all over him.i hate he moved away. he needs to get his house sold already and move back here like he's been saying for 2 yrs.my stepmom loves to instigate and make little mumbling comments to press your buttons.

my mom treats me like a little kid.who seen black swan?on a leash. overprotective. i have no privacy. she's ocd and loves to start shit and argue with me. no wonder i made it to 27 b4 i even kissed a guy. her and 2 of her 3 sisters are constantly on my case. be it about going back to school. my ink or piercings.

You know what I'm gonna say about privacy right??

My dad's birthday is today (well, yesterday; 3/17). He's 63.

I hate that he wouldn't get help for his manic depression and [eventually] forced my mom to leave him (taking us with her, of course), thus breaking up our family... 10 days before Xmas. I haven't seen him since 12/15/88.

I hate that this ruined the holidays for me [Thanksgiving that yr was also no picnic]-- I love to spend time with ppl who are excited about the holidays, cooking, shopping for & giving gifts, etc. but there's still, sometimes, this emptiness, a bit of sadness, inside. The family is huge.. holidays and birthdays were always so very special growing up.

I hate his inability to see what he was doing to his family, and himself. But I know it wasn't his fault.

I hate that b/c of this, my younger siblings had to grow up not really knowing the man and dad he was when he was ok, when things were good/great.. knowing/seeing that he could be great.. and, sometimes, brilliant (I inherited my nerdiness & love of some forms of art from him unfortunately, I did not inherit his ability to play anything by ear).

I hate vodka. If he bought vodka, you knew a manic stretch was coming.

As a child and teen, I hated how over-protective he and my mom were of me -- my brother, 4 yrs younger, could go anywhere.. just disappear with his pals, but it seemed like they had to know where I was every second of the day-- but I don't think I ever hated them for it. As an adult, I now appreciate the structure and guidance I had then.. I just wish they had been a bit more supportive of my love for acting and other arts--careerwise. I had dance and music lessons for years, sang & acted in every chorus & play in school, but I think they just saw it as hobbies; they wanted me to have 'practical' skills so I wouldn't have to 'struggle' as so many artists do. My high school and college majors of Industrial Design and Interior Design are artistic to some extent, but also have very technical components. I now design/build websites; which also can be the best of both worlds.

I've never hated anything about my mom.

I've been angry with her but, never more than that. If I could be half the woman she is, to have [and keep] in my heart the love and selflessness that she does.....

His family "sided" with my mom, so he cut all ties. My baby sister and I take turns hunting him down every other yr or so to see if he's still alive.. It would hurt, badly, to find out he had died w/o some sort of reconciliation. But I think it will kill me when my mom goes.

[Edited 3/18/11 9:01am]

I love my parents. And i have nothing but respect for them.

If there was a parent I'm not as close as I'd like to be with, it's my mom. I love her, and I do a lot for her. But sometimes, I feel she's never satisfied. If we get into an argument, she forgets every good thing I've ever done for her and reminds me of every bad thing I've ever done. Infuriates me to no end.

Also, she is not much into me moving out on my own. She comes from a culture where women don't move from the house until they're married. I'LL BE DAMNED if I'm staying home till a man walks into my life! She thinks women shouldn't be allowed to live on their own (for risk of their own safety, and/or the risk of leading what she deems to be a "promiscious" life ). Firstly, I'm not the kind that sleeps around. So that ain't a problem. As far as safety goes, I could die driving to school tomorrow. Big freakin' deal. Oh well, I'm moving out anyways...so even someone up there wants me out. Times have changed, and she'll just have to accept it.

There's nothing about my dad I don't like. Aside from the fact he's way too protective sometimes. Anyplace or anything that even smells of another man, he's wary of. But nowadays, he's more laid back and let's me live my own life. Refreshing. And he fully supports my incentive to lead my own life. Seriously...Love my daddy

I don't hate my parents. They really have my best interests at heart. And no matter how many times I disagree with'em, I always will love them. I'll always be close with them.

johnart said:

purplemookiebut said:

my dad is pussy whipped by his crazy new wife. she's a btch and walks all over him.i hate he moved away. he needs to get his house sold already and move back here like he's been saying for 2 yrs.my stepmom loves to instigate and make little mumbling comments to press your buttons.

my mom treats me like a little kid.who seen black swan?on a leash. overprotective. i have no privacy. she's ocd and loves to start shit and argue with me. no wonder i made it to 27 b4 i even kissed a guy. her and 2 of her 3 sisters are constantly on my case. be it about going back to school. my ink or piercings.

You know what I'm gonna say about privacy right??

yeah there's a guy i like. idk how i can ever hook up with him till he gets his own place again. he got divorced and is back with parents for the last 4 months.

i actually feel sorry for them......

but more importantly i am nothing like them and that's all that matters now

Maytiana said:

My Father...

1. doesn't give a shit about me sometimes.

2. Calls me by the wrong name

3. Writes "cum to daddy" in text messages and it freaks me out.

My Mother.....

1. lets her children go to bed hungry while she dines out with her boyfriend.

2. curses infront of children

3. acts like a child herself

No parents are perfect but my parents should've never had kids.

. Ur too cute to be treated like that. Are u really 18? U look so young But so do i lol . My dad likes to push us around,his new wife too of course but dont live with them anymore

There is nothing I hate about my parents ~ My Mom passed away yesterday morning and Though she was ill for 11 yrs with alzhiemer's ... i'd do almost anything to have 1 more day ...

Mach said:

There is nothing I hate about my parents ~ My Mom passed away yesterday morning and Though she was ill for 11 yrs with alzhiemer's ... i'd do almost anything to have 1 more day ...

Oh MAch, I'm so sorry. I know how you feel esp with the one more day part

I love my parents a lot. They're good people. But I do resent that they gave no guidance when I was young, didn't express basically any confidence in my brothers or me. I've become a much better parent to my own kids by watching what my wife's parents do - they actually have their shit together. Growing up, I thought it was pretty normal for parents to ignore their kids. If you've ever heard Adam Carolla bitch about his folks on his podcast - my parents are eerily similar.

Mach said:

There is nothing I hate about my parents ~ My Mom passed away yesterday morning and Though she was ill for 11 yrs with alzhiemer's ... i'd do almost anything to have 1 more day ...

very sorry to hear that mach

Mach said:

There is nothing I hate about my parents ~ My Mom passed away yesterday morning and Though she was ill for 11 yrs with alzhiemer's ... i'd do almost anything to have 1 more day ...

Maytiana,

your mom sounds alot like mine was from the age of 9 -16. I hated her for it for a long time, but it seems to have been a phase in her life where I guess she needed to break loose for a while...she never abandoned me but...I was always second in line after the boyfriend/s. Now that we are both older and she has settled down (for many years now) I have come to realize and accept the fact that she's only human...and made mistakes and had bad judgement. We can only learn from our experiences in life, she has learned and so have I. I will NEVER put a man before my children...EVER (even thier father) and I thank HER for that. We have a GREAT relationship now, I love her dearly and she watches my children while I'm at work. She is the best Nana in the world to them and they love her so much. so...I know it hurts, but in time I think you 2 will be ok. good luck to you.

As for my dad...well, what can I say I'm a daddy's girl. even though he was not always there in the begining (I have no real memories of him untill after my parents divorced at the age of 8) and he himself was far from perfect, for some reason he did no wrong in my eyes. He had Girlfriends who were alcoholics, he did his share of partying too...but I always cut him so much more slack than I did my mom...I dunno why.

anyway...My dad is gone now and I miss him terribly.

oh..and that is WEIRD that his txts you "cum to daddy" err...I have no words...tell him it freaks you out and to NOT do that anymore.

Mach said:

There is nothing I hate about my parents ~ My Mom passed away yesterday morning and Though she was ill for 11 yrs with alzhiemer's ... i'd do almost anything to have 1 more day ...

My deepest condolences.. my maternal grandmother had it, too.. heartbreaking

My father abused me both physically and mentally for as long as I can remember. The mental abuse and humiliation was much worse than the physical abuse. I found out years later in the late 1990s from my mother, that when I was a small child barely old enough to walk, he used to call me "Little Frank". The Frank he is referring to was a gay man that used to write entertainment reviews in a local paper in either the late 1960s or early 1970s and was found murdered in his apartment with a tire iron stuck up his ass. One of his rough trade had killed him. A few years ago, I read about it in great detail in Kevin Sessum's book "Mississippi Sissy"....great book by the way. Anyway, I always thought he hated me because he was jealous of my grandmother's interest in me (my mother's mother) because he always sayed that she "ruined" me. When I was two or three years old, my mother had twins, which was unexpected (she thought she was just having a single baby) and my grandmother kept me a lot to take some of the load off of my mother who was taking care of two infants and then she had another baby the very next year so she had her hands full for years. When I found out years later that he called me "Little Frank" when I could barely walk, that let me know that he hated me from day one and I never stood a chance.

He was also the most racist bastard I have ever seen in my entire life. We could be watching "Three's Company" that does not have a single black person on the show, but one of those black gospel record commercials would come on during the show and he would walk in and say..."What's those niggers doing on that TV". When we would tell him that it was a commercial, he would make us turn the TV off until the commercial went off. I remember the first time I ever saw Prince on "American Bandstand", I didn't know what color he was. Years later, when I heard he was on "Solid Gold", I just happened to be home that weekend and I was determined to watch it. My brother and sisters said, "He's going to make you turn it off" and I told them, that son of a bitch won't know what color he is, hell, I didn't when I first saw him". Well, a true racist can spot a black person no matter how light skinned or straight their hair is. That motherfucker came in the room and the first thing he said was..."What's that damn nigger doing on the TV and not just a nigger but a nigger queer". You can't fool that motherfucker.

The funny thing is, my parents got divorced a week before I graduated high school in 1985. From around 1978 on up to the end of her life, my mother dated black men and was seeing them every single night while she was married still married to him from 1978 to 1985. When she got off work, she just didn't come home. I would see her the next morning as she was getting us ready for school. She had come home at two or three in the morning. This was damn near every single night. When we were all younger, she had gotten separated from him for about a year and we lived in an apartment. The electricity was constantly turned off by the electric company because she couldn't afford to take care of four small children by herself. She went back with him and stayed with him just to be able to support her kids. Other than that, she did as she pleased with other men. He didn't know she was seeing black men every night but I'm sure he must have figured she was seeing some man because a woman just don't stay out every single night till all hours of the night by herself. Both my sisters later married black men (one of them still is) and have interracial children which my father has absolutely no knowledge of their husbands or their children.

When my parents got divorced in 1985, that was the last time I saw him except for once in 1989. Other than that, I haven't seen him at all and have no desire to and he lives about a mile away from where I live now. The majority of my older family members that I love have died, including my mother, but a motherfucker like him is still living and will probably outlive us all. I did mail him a birthday card back in 2008 though. This was his first birthday after my mother died in 2007 so she wasn't there to stop me from sending it (she was always telling me to not stir up shit with him and just forget about him). I sent him an Obama birthday card. I wish I could have been a fly on the wall to see his face when Obama won a few months later! I bet that bastard cussed me for everything I'm worth!

Mach said:

There is nothing I hate about my parents ~ My Mom passed away yesterday morning and Though she was ill for 11 yrs with alzhiemer's ... i'd do almost anything to have 1 more day ...

That's horrible. I'm not going to lie and say that it's not going to be rough because it is going to be rough but in time you will feel better as each month and year goes by. But you never fully get over it.

My mother got to where she didn't know who we were in spurts at the very end and it was horrible. I can't imagine going through it for 11 years. That must have been hell.

Mach said:

There is nothing I hate about my parents ~ My Mom passed away yesterday morning and Though she was ill for 11 yrs with alzhiemer's ... i'd do almost anything to have 1 more day ...

Maytiana said:

My Father...

1. doesn't give a shit about me sometimes.

2. Calls me by the wrong name

3. Writes "cum to daddy" in text messages and it freaks me out.

My Mother.....

1. lets her children go to bed hungry while she dines out with her boyfriend.

2. curses infront of children

3. acts like a child herself

No parents are perfect but my parents should've never had kids.

troll thread!

The worst thing I can say about my parents is that they (my mom, especially) were overly strict with me when I was growing up. Part of it was because I'm the eldest child (we always have it worse in that regard - parents loosen up with subsequent kids). And I was mad at my dad for a long time for threatening to withhold my college tuition if I majored in theatre.

In retrospect, I realize that my parents are people - and as fallible as any. I truly believe that, no matter how hard they were on me, they acted out of a desire to turn me into a grown-up who could stand on her own. They succeeded - and it's hard to hate them for that.