Mom finds out how Dad watches the kids.
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areancoconut (10/02/2015) [-] I thought it'd be some pedo looking at his kids lasciviously.
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bloodyjackson (10/02/2015) [-] He beat them in a wicked dance battle. You see that girl's moves? She ain't got **** on her dad.
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deadmice ONLINE (10/02/2015) [-] Everyone thinks this is cute but that kid just got served so hard she doesn't even know it.
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Sperit ONLINE (10/01/2015) [-] When i was that young my parents just had me dropped off at the salvation army after school
everyday i would just sit in there waiting for them to pick me up
everyday i would just sit in there waiting for them to pick me up
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randomwanker (10/02/2015) [-] My mom used to beat us if we didn't finish our homework fast enough... at least you didn't have that
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kitsunesai (10/02/2015) [-] Hey guys, lets start a game of "My childhood was worse than yours!"
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enlightednatzie (10/02/2015) [-] My dad cals me a lazy swine because i am, in fact a lazy swine. Whenever he gets home from works he swears at me because i always lay in the couch browsing fj and i just flip him off whenever that happens. Thug life hombre, thats why i moved from mom because she also sweared at me because i did jack **** and i also had to pay rent there. It ******* sucked man but y'all never know how though life i have.
When i was like ten my parents yelled at me and my brother because we smeared our toys in ******* and once we threw our toys on the roof so they got stuck in a wasp nest and we had to call our dad for help to pick them down and then he called us ******* idiots.
I am mentally scarred to this day ten years after and i am crying when typing this. Gib thumbs pls.
When i was like ten my parents yelled at me and my brother because we smeared our toys in ******* and once we threw our toys on the roof so they got stuck in a wasp nest and we had to call our dad for help to pick them down and then he called us ******* idiots.
I am mentally scarred to this day ten years after and i am crying when typing this. Gib thumbs pls.
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privatepumpanickel (10/02/2015) [-] at least you can type
I don't even have a computer or a keyboard to be typing this comment <\3
I don't even have a computer or a keyboard to be typing this comment <\3
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anon (10/02/2015) [-]
Okay.
I was beaten with and without objects. Burned with cigarettes. Starved. Frozen. Super heated. (seasonal punishments, Hurray!.) Sleep deprived. Denyied medical or dental care. Pretty much pimped out to an employee of one of the parents business. Didn't have a door on my room. Watched all my things smashed (sometimes on christmas or my birthday), I only have an 8th grade education and for a bonus. One of the parents killed themselves on my birthday to teach me a lesson or something. The other started a new family and treated them like gold. I was the punching bag for that parent.
Oh. and Im completely incapable of holding a job or being in society now.
Your move skippy.
I was beaten with and without objects. Burned with cigarettes. Starved. Frozen. Super heated. (seasonal punishments, Hurray!.) Sleep deprived. Denyied medical or dental care. Pretty much pimped out to an employee of one of the parents business. Didn't have a door on my room. Watched all my things smashed (sometimes on christmas or my birthday), I only have an 8th grade education and for a bonus. One of the parents killed themselves on my birthday to teach me a lesson or something. The other started a new family and treated them like gold. I was the punching bag for that parent.
Oh. and Im completely incapable of holding a job or being in society now.
Your move skippy.
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anon (10/02/2015) [-]
My mom forgot me at school. More than once. Had to get taken home by my 3rd grade teacher. Also if I broke a bone I was screwed. When my little sister broke my wrist in middle school my mom beat the **** out of me, called my dad, and the whole time I waited for him she told me about how she was gonna break my other arm for ruining her day. Similar thing happened when I was in highschool and I sprained my ankle. She wouldn't let me call my dad to take me to the hospital and she wouldn't take me so I had to hop around on one leg. She smacked the hell out of my entire left side of my body for being ridiculous and noisy (aka ruining days of our lives) and called my dad to come get me. The whole time again threatening to break more of my bones. Forgot my report card once and went to go get it. Took less than 3 minutes. Wanna know what happened? My nana smacked me so hard across the face I actually lost balance. When I missed the buss my 1st day of highschool I had a ******* breakdown because all I could think was my mom is gonna beat the **** out of me and I won't get to see my grandma or dad this week. Yes that was a VERY common punishment. I had a nice house and a nice neighborhood. I had almost no friends till Jr year of highschool. My life didn't look bad from what others saw. I wasn't noisy, I did my work and my siblings work. I cooked, cleaned, and did whatever my mother said not because I was afraid of being hurtat that point, that fear went away after sophomore year, it was the fact that if I didn't do every stupid little thing she said I wouldn't see the people I love. You might think we'll your lying she can't do that. Well she can and she did because she had full custody of me. Several times she tried to move us to a completely different state. She moved houses without telling anyone. We lived with other people who hit us with shoes as well for something as simple as not wanting to eat some assholes undercooked chicken. She kept her crazy abusive blackmailing German mother around all the time. She left me at home when i was 4 with a sexually abused 9 year old and another 4 year old who ate mud. Wanna guess how i know she was abused? Yeah **** happened that shouldnt happen to a ****** 4 year old. I'm 22 years old now. I have issues. I see and hear things that are not there. I have horrible ocd. After I lost my virginity at 15 and my mom threw me out only to try and get me back because she realized without me there is no child support, at that point I realized she doesn't hate or love me. Im just money. That was only proven without a doubt when my dad offered he the deal of i get to stay with him amd he will continue child support till im 18. I ******* hate myself. Im the reason so many people had to deal with that woman. Without me my dad probably would have been happier. My grandmother would still have my older sister. The only reason I haven't offed myself yet is im afraid my dad and grandmother would be devastated. The worst thing about all of it for me is I know I don't have the worst parent. That makes me feel a lot worse about myself.
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kitsunesai (10/02/2015) [-] As ****** as that all is, and I'm sorry that you have had to go through that, you said that your dad and grandmother would be devastated, so really, I'm sure your dad is much happier that you are there rather than not. I mean yeah, it probably would have been nice not to have to deal with a bitch of a mother, but I'm sure he'd be more than happy to do it all again if it meant that he had you.
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ihateeverybodytoo (10/02/2015) [-] I thought that said that you posted as anon because you like pussy. I thought to myself, "that doesn't make sense."
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privatepumpanickel (10/02/2015) [-] I'mma try and not get into full novella mode but i'll put it in a nutshell..
My Dad played these games called "character building"
basically it nivolved calling his children worse than **** most of their developing years and brainwash them into believeing they will never achieve anything because theyre worth less than scum
then he would force us to do extreme actions and if we didnt we would be even worse pathetic cowards...like the time he forced me to jump off the highest board in the public swimming pool when I was 9, because I was a decent swimmer, he saw it as "gentle encouragement". (He basically tried blackmail first, by saying he would buy my sister and brother their lunch that day but not me until I did it but I still refused, so he said he would beat my face in if I didn't do it) I nearly drowned that day from the shock of the height.
Also included several beatings and name calling and bullying all my upbringing until I reached 13 yea rold and started having severe behavioural problems. I just had a breakdown, started being violent to teachers etc. the things he had done just built up until I hit puberty and it was like an explosive reaction.
So we started these games of chicken , where he would basically beat me until I passed out and he would ask if I was going to submit and I would look him in the eye and go "do it again." he realised he could not control me with fear anymore, so he put me into foster care without telling my mum. There obviously a lot worse type of abuse happened, I was the only girl and it was full of older boys. One of them took advantage in that way. (I dont have to say it i'm assuming)
Still hav lost-lasting issues now, its made me a ****** up, under-developed, extremely emotional person, who doesn't know how to act accordingly, and it has destroyed any chance of a normal life for me.
Of course I know my upbringing was nowhere near the worst, I am sometimes thankful I never suffered so many other things that many other children had to experience and still managed to live a successful/happy life once they reached adulthood. I guess it's all relative. And I also take responsibility for my own mistakes. But I can't help but wonder if I might have been a different, more efficient, stable human being if it didn't happen, that's all..
My Dad played these games called "character building"
basically it nivolved calling his children worse than **** most of their developing years and brainwash them into believeing they will never achieve anything because theyre worth less than scum
then he would force us to do extreme actions and if we didnt we would be even worse pathetic cowards...like the time he forced me to jump off the highest board in the public swimming pool when I was 9, because I was a decent swimmer, he saw it as "gentle encouragement". (He basically tried blackmail first, by saying he would buy my sister and brother their lunch that day but not me until I did it but I still refused, so he said he would beat my face in if I didn't do it) I nearly drowned that day from the shock of the height.
Also included several beatings and name calling and bullying all my upbringing until I reached 13 yea rold and started having severe behavioural problems. I just had a breakdown, started being violent to teachers etc. the things he had done just built up until I hit puberty and it was like an explosive reaction.
So we started these games of chicken , where he would basically beat me until I passed out and he would ask if I was going to submit and I would look him in the eye and go "do it again." he realised he could not control me with fear anymore, so he put me into foster care without telling my mum. There obviously a lot worse type of abuse happened, I was the only girl and it was full of older boys. One of them took advantage in that way. (I dont have to say it i'm assuming)
Still hav lost-lasting issues now, its made me a ****** up, under-developed, extremely emotional person, who doesn't know how to act accordingly, and it has destroyed any chance of a normal life for me.
Of course I know my upbringing was nowhere near the worst, I am sometimes thankful I never suffered so many other things that many other children had to experience and still managed to live a successful/happy life once they reached adulthood. I guess it's all relative. And I also take responsibility for my own mistakes. But I can't help but wonder if I might have been a different, more efficient, stable human being if it didn't happen, that's all..
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cabbagemayhem (10/02/2015) [-] You were never worthless. I can already see you are unique and have a lot of potential.
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privatepumpanickel (10/02/2015) [-] Man that's really cool that you'd take the time to say that to me.
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unclelunchbox (10/02/2015) [-] Please nobody be some "objective" elitist cunt to these people who are pouring their hearts out
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privatepumpanickel (10/02/2015) [-] I had a breaking point too, when I hit puberty. I couldnt kick my Dad's ass because he was a big burly ****** but I made sure I stared him in the eyes every time he gave me a beating and smiled, to show him it had stopped working.
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elcreepo (10/02/2015) [-] I lived with the good parent. And by good I mean really stable and supportive of her children.
Meanwhile my half sister was brainwashed into thinking myself and the rest of her family are evil and that our father's word is law, that women are meant to be subjugated.. the list goes on. She's just starting to wake up and realize her whole world has been a lie orchestrated by my father, as he's stopped with the religion and took up drinking again.
When you're the kid that has it good while the other one is forced to endure all the ********** of the other parent, it's really ******* hard as well.
All I've ever wanted, and still want, is the chance to get her as far away from my father as possible. But she won't go, because she still isn't aware of anything yet.
******* sucks man, if I was your elder sister I'd be devastated if you died because she couldn't get you out.
Meanwhile my half sister was brainwashed into thinking myself and the rest of her family are evil and that our father's word is law, that women are meant to be subjugated.. the list goes on. She's just starting to wake up and realize her whole world has been a lie orchestrated by my father, as he's stopped with the religion and took up drinking again.
When you're the kid that has it good while the other one is forced to endure all the ********** of the other parent, it's really ******* hard as well.
All I've ever wanted, and still want, is the chance to get her as far away from my father as possible. But she won't go, because she still isn't aware of anything yet.
******* sucks man, if I was your elder sister I'd be devastated if you died because she couldn't get you out.
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privatepumpanickel (10/02/2015) [-] You're story has made me stop and think in perspective.
If that was the case with you, I think of my younger brother. I was always the "black sheep", despite the reason being my father took it upon him to brainwash me into thinking if I didn't become the sculpture that he intended to mould me into, I would be a failure.
As I said in my other comment (where I go into this more) it resulted in me - by my teen years rolled around - having outbursts of rage, abandonment issues, etc.
my younger brother was sometimes there, watching me come in wasted, watching a police van cart me away. just thought i'd add of course I take responsibility for these actions I did all that time ago, but it was significantly harder for me because I felt like I didnt have much other choices.
He was always quiet, hid in his bedroom. One day I overheard him on his online gaming - "yeah, my sister has a mental illness, so she has a lot of problems, and it makes it hard for me and mum sometimes.."
I remember knocking on his door and cnfronting him tearfully, asking why he was so insensitive.
I have no idea why I was so upset because what he said was true, and it might have been the only indicator over the years that everything I done and did do was affecting him.
If that was the case with you, I think of my younger brother. I was always the "black sheep", despite the reason being my father took it upon him to brainwash me into thinking if I didn't become the sculpture that he intended to mould me into, I would be a failure.
As I said in my other comment (where I go into this more) it resulted in me - by my teen years rolled around - having outbursts of rage, abandonment issues, etc.
my younger brother was sometimes there, watching me come in wasted, watching a police van cart me away. just thought i'd add of course I take responsibility for these actions I did all that time ago, but it was significantly harder for me because I felt like I didnt have much other choices.
He was always quiet, hid in his bedroom. One day I overheard him on his online gaming - "yeah, my sister has a mental illness, so she has a lot of problems, and it makes it hard for me and mum sometimes.."
I remember knocking on his door and cnfronting him tearfully, asking why he was so insensitive.
I have no idea why I was so upset because what he said was true, and it might have been the only indicator over the years that everything I done and did do was affecting him.
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elcreepo (10/02/2015) [-] I'd rather be the black sheep in my father's eye if it just means my sister learns to think for herself.
He told her when she was little and I took her down to the basement to scare her I was twelve and a little **** that I tried to kill her with fear. She thought I tried to kill her. She thinks we hate her because she's the embodiment of her father's sin of cheating on my mother. My father installed these ideas in her head.
Now she's starting to question everything, finally. And I just hope she realizes that everything my father's ever said about me and my brothers come out of his guilt for what he did to our family. We don't associate with HIM because we hate his family, or his actions towards our mother even she's long since stopped giving a **** and finds it funny when he sees her and gets all panicked and ashamed. And to be honest, what he did wasn't that uncommon.
I hate my father for what he did to us after leaving our mother. So do my brothers. We never can get over the fact that my mother had to force my father, screaming at him, to see us.
He'd forget he even had us because we made him feel ashamed of himself. And that hurts. There really is no point in loving a man who doesn't seem to care that you exist, and would rather you didn't.
I had a damn fine childhood with my mother, as I've said before. My grandfather, a teacher and my brothers were all the father I ever needed.
It's really only my sister and stepmother who I'm concerned about, and my stepmother is a very lost cause.
He told her when she was little and I took her down to the basement to scare her I was twelve and a little **** that I tried to kill her with fear. She thought I tried to kill her. She thinks we hate her because she's the embodiment of her father's sin of cheating on my mother. My father installed these ideas in her head.
Now she's starting to question everything, finally. And I just hope she realizes that everything my father's ever said about me and my brothers come out of his guilt for what he did to our family. We don't associate with HIM because we hate his family, or his actions towards our mother even she's long since stopped giving a **** and finds it funny when he sees her and gets all panicked and ashamed. And to be honest, what he did wasn't that uncommon.
I hate my father for what he did to us after leaving our mother. So do my brothers. We never can get over the fact that my mother had to force my father, screaming at him, to see us.
He'd forget he even had us because we made him feel ashamed of himself. And that hurts. There really is no point in loving a man who doesn't seem to care that you exist, and would rather you didn't.
I had a damn fine childhood with my mother, as I've said before. My grandfather, a teacher and my brothers were all the father I ever needed.
It's really only my sister and stepmother who I'm concerned about, and my stepmother is a very lost cause.
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privatepumpanickel (10/02/2015) [-] My Dad also convinced us for a long time that my mother was this vindictive, twisted witch who did nothing but cause him grief and harrassed him ever since they divorced.
my mother was the strong parent, the pillar keeping everything held in place whilst the family fell apart and I started to have my problems. When I used to still go and visit my Dad, he would tell me stories on how my mother would send him malicious texts and that he "just wanted to move on with his life".
It took me longer than I care to admit, to realise that the only thing my mother was ever texting and contacting him about, was to pull his weight with us, because we were still legally children and she was struggling with money, she needed his help at least financially, and he never paid us a penny, even for things like school uniform, etc.
He has a new girlfriend now, been seeing her for nearly 6 years. She's basically the equivalent of a redneck here (don't know if you're US or UK or elsewhere but basically Chavs, rednecks, stupid and ghetto principles) and her niece was over one time smoking a joint around my sister whilst she was pregnant. My sister went crazy and stormed out, upset, and my Dad defended his girlfriend's family. We had all been sat trying to watch a film, and me and my sis were laughing and joking about scenes in it. We looked over and the girlfriend and her niece had been writing notes to each other, saying things such as "do they ever shut up?!" and **** . That same chavvy bintwhore who had been blowing weed smoke all over my sister's ready-to-drop bump got pregnan therself, and binge drank and got stoned throughout the pregnancy - although I lost my child (after being tee-total, my partner working and both having a house) because apparently, I was a potential abuser because my Dad abused me. I didn't know they could take an innocent couple's first child from the hospital kjust because they suspect something, because they think people don't change. It wa sour last chance at happiness and we couldn't even have her, yet you have all of these chavvy slutty scum running round breeding like rabbits and you see them, dragging their screaming children down the street, spending their child benefits on frozen chicken nuggets and lambrini. (Sorry went into rant mode)
Anyway I was talking about how my Dad convinced us it was my mother, and all she ever literally did was try to get him to pull his weight around, but even like when he lived with us, it was always poor him, he was the victim. "my heart, I nearly have a condition, I could have a heart attack because of stress", he would say. Yeah Dad, that's because you've drank and ate your way to poor cholesterol, yet you'd rather blame your children and wife.
my mother was the strong parent, the pillar keeping everything held in place whilst the family fell apart and I started to have my problems. When I used to still go and visit my Dad, he would tell me stories on how my mother would send him malicious texts and that he "just wanted to move on with his life".
It took me longer than I care to admit, to realise that the only thing my mother was ever texting and contacting him about, was to pull his weight with us, because we were still legally children and she was struggling with money, she needed his help at least financially, and he never paid us a penny, even for things like school uniform, etc.
He has a new girlfriend now, been seeing her for nearly 6 years. She's basically the equivalent of a redneck here (don't know if you're US or UK or elsewhere but basically Chavs, rednecks, stupid and ghetto principles) and her niece was over one time smoking a joint around my sister whilst she was pregnant. My sister went crazy and stormed out, upset, and my Dad defended his girlfriend's family. We had all been sat trying to watch a film, and me and my sis were laughing and joking about scenes in it. We looked over and the girlfriend and her niece had been writing notes to each other, saying things such as "do they ever shut up?!" and **** . That same chavvy bintwhore who had been blowing weed smoke all over my sister's ready-to-drop bump got pregnan therself, and binge drank and got stoned throughout the pregnancy - although I lost my child (after being tee-total, my partner working and both having a house) because apparently, I was a potential abuser because my Dad abused me. I didn't know they could take an innocent couple's first child from the hospital kjust because they suspect something, because they think people don't change. It wa sour last chance at happiness and we couldn't even have her, yet you have all of these chavvy slutty scum running round breeding like rabbits and you see them, dragging their screaming children down the street, spending their child benefits on frozen chicken nuggets and lambrini. (Sorry went into rant mode)
Anyway I was talking about how my Dad convinced us it was my mother, and all she ever literally did was try to get him to pull his weight around, but even like when he lived with us, it was always poor him, he was the victim. "my heart, I nearly have a condition, I could have a heart attack because of stress", he would say. Yeah Dad, that's because you've drank and ate your way to poor cholesterol, yet you'd rather blame your children and wife.
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elcreepo (10/03/2015) [-] I would have fought the court to say that I am not following in the cycle of abuse.
I'm from America by the way.
I don't know what **** besides what my sister said comes from my father's mouth about my mother... but I do remember those loud, awful phone calls.
My dad is an emotional abuser, not a physical abuser. He will guilt trip you and use fear as a way of gaining respect. If you're not 100% in line with him you're completely against him. He was very spoiled as a child I guess, and that left him with what the psychologist they went to see called narcissist personality disorder. He has phases where he's all about one thing, then fades out and is about another.
He's going back to the self-loathing drunk stage, which is the worst phase because he appears to completely give up on life. It's no worse than the religious phase he was just in, but I can only imagine how it's gonna **** with my sister's head not remembering what it was like when Dad drank and did nothing but work.
Everything is always someone else's fault with him, too. He can't get a decent job because he's old, not because he burned all his bridges which is why he can't keep a job and not because he decided he was too good for college. My mom's crazy which is why she left lol, he tried to argue that we needed to be placed in a foster home because she was crazy, and it took them ten minutes of talking to her to realize he was the mentally unstable one . His children hate him because they were raised by her.
To have your father call your mother saying you're going to hell because you're Wiccan and not Christian though again, I was young and rather stupid... and that he won't pay for Satan spawn... that ***** up a kid. ***** a kid up hard.
I wish I could say I knew what it's like to be physically abused but I wasn't even given the dignity of being garbage. I was just... a burden to him at most, and nothing to him at the worst.
I'm from America by the way.
I don't know what **** besides what my sister said comes from my father's mouth about my mother... but I do remember those loud, awful phone calls.
My dad is an emotional abuser, not a physical abuser. He will guilt trip you and use fear as a way of gaining respect. If you're not 100% in line with him you're completely against him. He was very spoiled as a child I guess, and that left him with what the psychologist they went to see called narcissist personality disorder. He has phases where he's all about one thing, then fades out and is about another.
He's going back to the self-loathing drunk stage, which is the worst phase because he appears to completely give up on life. It's no worse than the religious phase he was just in, but I can only imagine how it's gonna **** with my sister's head not remembering what it was like when Dad drank and did nothing but work.
Everything is always someone else's fault with him, too. He can't get a decent job because he's old, not because he burned all his bridges which is why he can't keep a job and not because he decided he was too good for college. My mom's crazy which is why she left lol, he tried to argue that we needed to be placed in a foster home because she was crazy, and it took them ten minutes of talking to her to realize he was the mentally unstable one . His children hate him because they were raised by her.
To have your father call your mother saying you're going to hell because you're Wiccan and not Christian though again, I was young and rather stupid... and that he won't pay for Satan spawn... that ***** up a kid. ***** a kid up hard.
I wish I could say I knew what it's like to be physically abused but I wasn't even given the dignity of being garbage. I was just... a burden to him at most, and nothing to him at the worst.
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privatepumpanickel (10/03/2015) [-] Reading your comment again, I am taken aback at how much your description is like my father.
Yeah he hit us. But don't get me wrong, the psychological abuse, the things he could convince me of in my vulnerable, developing years...they STAY with you. The bruises fade. But the things they tell you? You're never fully free from feeling what they convince you you are. The emotional/psychological abuse is the worst.
My Dad's catchphrase aimed at me? - "nobody is going to like you , even when you grow up".
Yeah he hit us. But don't get me wrong, the psychological abuse, the things he could convince me of in my vulnerable, developing years...they STAY with you. The bruises fade. But the things they tell you? You're never fully free from feeling what they convince you you are. The emotional/psychological abuse is the worst.
My Dad's catchphrase aimed at me? - "nobody is going to like you , even when you grow up".
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privatepumpanickel (10/03/2015) [-] I can assure you we did everything and broke our backs fighting for our little girl. We even got official papers from a paediatrician, who saw how corrupt the case was, who was on our side. They just chose to not put it in with the rest of the fabricated "evidence" that made up the assessment of us.
There is a lot of things people don't understand about social services. You can make your own mind up, and I don't really bother myself with people who don't believe us anymore...but there is definately something going on, other than their claim of "safeguarding" children. We were young, healthy, stable parents and they took her form the hospital - let that sink in - the hospital the day she was born, based entirely on opinions on our past, and the unstability from our pasts.
The reason it happened I think is because I was "under the radar", as my mum calls it. I had been in and out of mental health services since I was 7, so the bitch midwife saw that as a reason to report us to them.
Maybe we didnt comply. Maybe we got angry with them, questioning and criticizing everything like it would apply to our parenting skills. But that still, wasn't a reason to take her. All we wanted was to leave our pain behind, live in content, loving and protecting each other, like any other family should. We wanted the chance to show her that she would never, EVER have went through what I had to. But the world couldn't even give me that chance because of the way he damaged me.
Your father sounds a lot like mine. He was a narcissist. Everything and anything wasn't his fault. He was above and beyond in his wisdom of the world and his children had to be clones or they werent worth raising.
He tried to go cold turkey off the booze when I was 14. At this point he had dragged me out of foster care because he found out about the boy that had been abusing me. They tried stopping him and he said "so help me if I hang around here long enough to see that little scumbag's face I will go to jail for life". And surprisingly, they let him walk free, with me in toe.
After foster care I lived amongst rats and mice, piled up take-out cartons, grime, grease and clutter. I wore the same tracksuit bottoms for 3 weeks, with curry stains all down them (because curry was all he cooked, when he wasn't passed out wasted) and I caught little **** syndrome, he would leave me in the house over the weekend but i'd sneak out and shoplift silly things like makeup. I didn't feel like a girl. I felt hideous, like a hucnhback of notre damme kept from the world because nobody would want to come near me for all of my damage.
But that night he decided he was superman and thought he could just not drink, because as he used to say "I'm not an alcoholic, alcoholics sit in parks with spirits in paper bags. I only drink cider and I have held numerous jobs" lol.
So i'm 14 and its about 3 am and I hear a bloodcurdling SCREAM come from his room. that's it i'm gonna die, I thought, because whatever could make a stocky, ex-navy guy like my Dad scream like a little girl would obliterate me in a second.
I ran into his room to discover him writhing in a twist of sheets, literally drenched in sweat, his eyes were kind of milky, and clouded over.
"The snakes...they're...UGH! Snakes all over me.."
he was delirious and slapping himself all over from the hallucinations from the drink withdrawal. He went to the doctor's the next day and they confirmed that he could have died, all because of his stupid ego telling him he wasn't dependant on drink.
There is a lot of things people don't understand about social services. You can make your own mind up, and I don't really bother myself with people who don't believe us anymore...but there is definately something going on, other than their claim of "safeguarding" children. We were young, healthy, stable parents and they took her form the hospital - let that sink in - the hospital the day she was born, based entirely on opinions on our past, and the unstability from our pasts.
The reason it happened I think is because I was "under the radar", as my mum calls it. I had been in and out of mental health services since I was 7, so the bitch midwife saw that as a reason to report us to them.
Maybe we didnt comply. Maybe we got angry with them, questioning and criticizing everything like it would apply to our parenting skills. But that still, wasn't a reason to take her. All we wanted was to leave our pain behind, live in content, loving and protecting each other, like any other family should. We wanted the chance to show her that she would never, EVER have went through what I had to. But the world couldn't even give me that chance because of the way he damaged me.
Your father sounds a lot like mine. He was a narcissist. Everything and anything wasn't his fault. He was above and beyond in his wisdom of the world and his children had to be clones or they werent worth raising.
He tried to go cold turkey off the booze when I was 14. At this point he had dragged me out of foster care because he found out about the boy that had been abusing me. They tried stopping him and he said "so help me if I hang around here long enough to see that little scumbag's face I will go to jail for life". And surprisingly, they let him walk free, with me in toe.
After foster care I lived amongst rats and mice, piled up take-out cartons, grime, grease and clutter. I wore the same tracksuit bottoms for 3 weeks, with curry stains all down them (because curry was all he cooked, when he wasn't passed out wasted) and I caught little **** syndrome, he would leave me in the house over the weekend but i'd sneak out and shoplift silly things like makeup. I didn't feel like a girl. I felt hideous, like a hucnhback of notre damme kept from the world because nobody would want to come near me for all of my damage.
But that night he decided he was superman and thought he could just not drink, because as he used to say "I'm not an alcoholic, alcoholics sit in parks with spirits in paper bags. I only drink cider and I have held numerous jobs" lol.
So i'm 14 and its about 3 am and I hear a bloodcurdling SCREAM come from his room. that's it i'm gonna die, I thought, because whatever could make a stocky, ex-navy guy like my Dad scream like a little girl would obliterate me in a second.
I ran into his room to discover him writhing in a twist of sheets, literally drenched in sweat, his eyes were kind of milky, and clouded over.
"The snakes...they're...UGH! Snakes all over me.."
he was delirious and slapping himself all over from the hallucinations from the drink withdrawal. He went to the doctor's the next day and they confirmed that he could have died, all because of his stupid ego telling him he wasn't dependant on drink.
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privatepumpanickel (10/02/2015) [-] Please
I know you posted as anon but please, if you can, inbox me on here.
I think we could talk about many things.
If you don't think you would benefit from it, let me tell you I think I would benefit greatly from listening and talking with you.
I don't think i'm some great healer. I can't take away any of that unfortunately...
I just want to talk. Itd be doing me a favour. Hope you give it a try. I would like it.
I know you posted as anon but please, if you can, inbox me on here.
I think we could talk about many things.
If you don't think you would benefit from it, let me tell you I think I would benefit greatly from listening and talking with you.
I don't think i'm some great healer. I can't take away any of that unfortunately...
I just want to talk. Itd be doing me a favour. Hope you give it a try. I would like it.
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kitsunesai (10/02/2015) [-] Yeah, when I was about 1 or 2 years old, my mother left my father because he started getting into drugs and drinking all the time (My mom had me when she was 17, my father was 19) My mother took my sister and I (Sister was about 3 months old) and found a place away from my father. She just kinda up and left him because my father was nowhere to be found for a good month or so, I guess everyone thought he was dead, turned out he was in jail.
Anyway, after my father found out that she had left him and moved us, he started hunting us down, calling my mom all the time telling her that he was going to find us and kill us, she would get these calls pretty often but she'd call the cops and he'd be arrested and what not. There were a few times he did find us and we would come home and he'd just be sitting there waiting in our apartment for us, somehow getting in the third floor even though the door was locked, I didn't really know my dad because growing up we were trying to stay away from him and he was always in and out of jail from drugs, drinking, and all sorts of random **** that he got into.
Because of this, my mom had to raise us on her own which means she was always working, and my sister and I usually would stay the nights at some baby sitters or day cares that we were at. Moving so much I went to 4 different schools just in the 3rd grade alone, but a total of 28 different schools from 1st grade up to 10th grade (I dropped out in the 10th and got my GED at that point)
TL;DR my dad was a druggie and would try to kill my mother, sister, and I.
Anyway, after my father found out that she had left him and moved us, he started hunting us down, calling my mom all the time telling her that he was going to find us and kill us, she would get these calls pretty often but she'd call the cops and he'd be arrested and what not. There were a few times he did find us and we would come home and he'd just be sitting there waiting in our apartment for us, somehow getting in the third floor even though the door was locked, I didn't really know my dad because growing up we were trying to stay away from him and he was always in and out of jail from drugs, drinking, and all sorts of random **** that he got into.
Because of this, my mom had to raise us on her own which means she was always working, and my sister and I usually would stay the nights at some baby sitters or day cares that we were at. Moving so much I went to 4 different schools just in the 3rd grade alone, but a total of 28 different schools from 1st grade up to 10th grade (I dropped out in the 10th and got my GED at that point)
TL;DR my dad was a druggie and would try to kill my mother, sister, and I.
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randomwanker (10/02/2015) [-] My mom and dad were together for 9 years, 9 of which he would beat her unconscious. He never hit us tho.Who else to take out all that pent up anger on than kids. She once broke my lunch box over my head. I didn't bleed but I remember that **** ******* hurting. She used to beat us so much me and brother would no longer even cry, we would just sit and once she was gone we always said "didn't hurt" and laugh like ******* maniacs. It did hurt tho. My mother decided to leave my father and get together with someone else. She took both of us and we moved in with this guy. About a week later my dad found out where we were and took us away from her at gun point. Worth mentioning that although he never was part of the drug cartels he had some very powerful friends . After about two weeks of us living with our dad my mom shows up one day and takes us with her. After he found out where we were again she decides that we can no longer live in our own country without him finding us so we move before he can get to us. Move to the U.S. and start school, instant social outcast since I didn't know a lick of English, didn't make any friends until about two years later. I'm older now so sometimes I speak with my dad, but not much.
Sorry bout your dad BTW
Sorry bout your dad BTW
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kitsunesai (10/02/2015) [-] Well, honestly, I can't say that what I went through was any more or less worse than what you went through, though both situations are pretty ****** ****** . Sorry to hear that happened.
Honestly, as for my side, it sucked, but I'm older now as well, I live on my own (er, well, with boyfriend and a great friend of mine as a roommate) so really life is going pretty good for me now. Hoping life is treating you well now too.
Honestly, as for my side, it sucked, but I'm older now as well, I live on my own (er, well, with boyfriend and a great friend of mine as a roommate) so really life is going pretty good for me now. Hoping life is treating you well now too.
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randomwanker (10/02/2015) [-] It's not to bad, I got my **** together now. Tried to join the Marines for a while, didn't work out tho since I'm not from here anyway
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kitsunesai (10/02/2015) [-] Yeah, it's pretty awesome. I live down the street from a gun range and I go there probably once or twice a month with a couple friends. That only started recently though. Honestly not huge into guns, as far as my knowledge goes anyway, but I just as hell enjoy it when I am shooting.
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willisteal (10/02/2015) [-] Your mom and your dad are both awful and that makes me happy. I myself come from a very good and privilaged childhood and have a good life so I hope you get depression and end it bitch
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privatepumpanickel (10/02/2015) [-] i'm sorry, didn't think how intrusive those questions were but I was just wondering because I was interested in you.
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privatepumpanickel (10/02/2015) [-] did he ever take drugs around you? Did the drugs affect his behaviour? How do you know he was going to actually kill you and your sister? Was he ever violent in front of you?
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kitsunesai (10/02/2015) [-] He did take drugs in front of me a couple times, as I got older, about 14 years old, he was trying to get clean and we were allowed to go see him every other weekend or so at that point. I did watch him shoot up once but usually I'd see him smoking. He tried to hide it but didn't do very well.
When he was high he would basically be pretty calm most of the time but as he'd come down he was pretty violent and pissed off at everything.
Honestly I don't know if he ever really would have killed us, but we were scared enough that we thought he would. He would sometimes hit my mother but that was when he'd somehow find us and what not.
My father did end up getting clean shortly after we were able to start seeing him, I believe I was almost 15 when he finally stopped using and drinking and met his, now, new wife.
When I turned 16 and got my GED, I was going to apply for college but my mother kicked me out and I ended up having to move in with my father, which he then use to beat me for the stupidest things, and then he kicked me out shortly after I turned 17, I've been on my own since then.
It's all good, I'm pretty open with any questions.
When he was high he would basically be pretty calm most of the time but as he'd come down he was pretty violent and pissed off at everything.
Honestly I don't know if he ever really would have killed us, but we were scared enough that we thought he would. He would sometimes hit my mother but that was when he'd somehow find us and what not.
My father did end up getting clean shortly after we were able to start seeing him, I believe I was almost 15 when he finally stopped using and drinking and met his, now, new wife.
When I turned 16 and got my GED, I was going to apply for college but my mother kicked me out and I ended up having to move in with my father, which he then use to beat me for the stupidest things, and then he kicked me out shortly after I turned 17, I've been on my own since then.
It's all good, I'm pretty open with any questions.
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privatepumpanickel (10/02/2015) [-] Also - you don't have to be alone. I think after a while you get used to it, but never fully. And then you start to push people away because you don't want to take the risk in case they leave you like other people did. When your parents put you through that, they don't realise that it never, ever heals. But you don't have to be alone. Someone out there will show you that some day, I hope. You don't have to get used to it either. It helps at the time, but someone will find you and make up that Love.
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kitsunesai (10/02/2015) [-] That's a really ****** situation, and I'm so very sorry that you had/have to go through such things.
I can understand that using drugs to numb the pain may help, and I'm sure thats why a lot of people use, I'm glad to hear that you're beginning your recovery too, how long have you been clean now?
I really hope things get better, and hell, life always has to throw some ****** things every which way, so when that does happen, just try your best to keep your head held high
Hell, if you ever need someone to talk to, like I tell many people, I'm more than willing to listen to your troubles.
I can understand that using drugs to numb the pain may help, and I'm sure thats why a lot of people use, I'm glad to hear that you're beginning your recovery too, how long have you been clean now?
I really hope things get better, and hell, life always has to throw some ****** things every which way, so when that does happen, just try your best to keep your head held high
Hell, if you ever need someone to talk to, like I tell many people, I'm more than willing to listen to your troubles.
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privatepumpanickel (10/02/2015) [-] well that's sweet but I was more concerned for you and your story, which is why I commented...but thankyou
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kitsunesai (10/02/2015) [-] and thank you as well
Luckly I don't let my past get to me much, I do my best to just took towards the future.
Luckly I don't let my past get to me much, I do my best to just took towards the future.
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privatepumpanickel (10/02/2015) [-] I think anyone who has any sense does that. It's just some get more traumatized/damaged than others, and some simply feel more pain than others for whatever reasons. It's all relative. I would say "Luckily, for some reason it feels easy for me to not dwell on my past when I try. I feel like it doesn't take as much effort as most people".
Although, maybe I am able to not dwell on my past as much as you, but I percieve it as i'm not doing it well enough? It's weird. It just depends how you look at things. Nothing is as solid as that. But if you think you're strong like that, then you are, I guess. Because thinkingf you are that strong and able to cope, MAKES you that strong and able to cope. I usually tend to put myself down, and am a pefectionist lol
Although, maybe I am able to not dwell on my past as much as you, but I percieve it as i'm not doing it well enough? It's weird. It just depends how you look at things. Nothing is as solid as that. But if you think you're strong like that, then you are, I guess. Because thinkingf you are that strong and able to cope, MAKES you that strong and able to cope. I usually tend to put myself down, and am a pefectionist lol
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kitsunesai (10/02/2015) [-] Of course, and I completely agree, some things can and do hurt some more than others.
I'm sure there may be people that could have been in my situation and have it not hurt them at all, and some might be even hurt than I was. It all depends on the person.
I'm sure there may be people that could have been in my situation and have it not hurt them at all, and some might be even hurt than I was. It all depends on the person.
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privatepumpanickel (10/03/2015) [-] I've had a person close to me say "A large percent of people I think who were in your position would have killed tehmselves by now, D." lol like it was meant to make me feel better?!
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kitsunesai (10/03/2015) [-] Haha, I've been told to same thing by a few people before, and I get what they mean by that xD trying to say that you're strong, I just always thought it was a funny way to put it. It does all depend on how you look at it of course.
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privatepumpanickel (10/02/2015) [-] Its ******* hard when the people who brought you into this world let you down. For me, it makes you feel so angry at them, at yourself.
My Dad was Alcoholic, so he was usually either crying his heart out (when I was 9 he made me rub his shoulders while he sobbed into his hands), telling me that we all die alone and that the world is pointless (because he was severely depressed and used to spread his extremely dark ideologies onto me since I could pretty much talk, so I learnt too much ****** up, gritty adult stuff way too young and now my head is overflowing with stuff I shouldnt have knew until I was more mature) or he would be growling and scremaing in my face/ backhanding me around the room ("slaps aren't abuse", he told us all the time, "it's only if I use my fist" lol)
I suffer with addiction problems myself now. You know how I got my addiction? Because they took my last chance at happiness away when I had a little baby daughter. We were tee-total, but social services basically told me and my partner that because of my past trauma "abuse tends to run in a cycle in families and there is a great risk that D will be abusive to her child also". I am not ******** you. They took her from the hospital. I didn't know they could do that, I guess that's why we weren't prepared for the custody battle we had to do. Although we had a house, were sober and had never touched hard drugs, and finally thought we could finally move on with our lives, only that had to be taken from me as well.
So I thought "oh ok. Welp, i'll be a bad person then. Youve all told me, and treat me like a bad person my entire life, and actually "trying" gets me nowhere, so what the hell?" and i've been trying to numb the pain with heroin since.
Things have looked up slightly the past months. It's still early days, and theres a lot to fight through...but i'm beginning my recovery now.
My Dad was Alcoholic, so he was usually either crying his heart out (when I was 9 he made me rub his shoulders while he sobbed into his hands), telling me that we all die alone and that the world is pointless (because he was severely depressed and used to spread his extremely dark ideologies onto me since I could pretty much talk, so I learnt too much ****** up, gritty adult stuff way too young and now my head is overflowing with stuff I shouldnt have knew until I was more mature) or he would be growling and scremaing in my face/ backhanding me around the room ("slaps aren't abuse", he told us all the time, "it's only if I use my fist" lol)
I suffer with addiction problems myself now. You know how I got my addiction? Because they took my last chance at happiness away when I had a little baby daughter. We were tee-total, but social services basically told me and my partner that because of my past trauma "abuse tends to run in a cycle in families and there is a great risk that D will be abusive to her child also". I am not ******** you. They took her from the hospital. I didn't know they could do that, I guess that's why we weren't prepared for the custody battle we had to do. Although we had a house, were sober and had never touched hard drugs, and finally thought we could finally move on with our lives, only that had to be taken from me as well.
So I thought "oh ok. Welp, i'll be a bad person then. Youve all told me, and treat me like a bad person my entire life, and actually "trying" gets me nowhere, so what the hell?" and i've been trying to numb the pain with heroin since.
Things have looked up slightly the past months. It's still early days, and theres a lot to fight through...but i'm beginning my recovery now.
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willisteal (10/02/2015) [-] Haha, I'm very glad your childhood was **** because mine was good and yours was not
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willisteal (10/05/2015) [-] Well yes, childhood abuse is always funny! XD Joking, but I do love you if you're open minded, but if you're a bigot (unless against muslims) then I dont like you. So yeah, i dunno about you but all I do know is that a tree con fabulosa is the best kind of inter dimentional condulisa marvosa ive ever seen in the vaginaverse
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privatepumpanickel (10/02/2015) [-] I just posted that too, you were on the same page as me haha
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elcreepo (10/02/2015) [-] My dad only called when my mom reminded him he had three kids with her.
My dad only saw us when the courts ordered him to see us. I've gone seven full years without a single hug from him. In all though, not bad years.
Because my mother on the other hand is one of the strongest women on the planet who raised us quite well despite being on her own. I never saw her cry until each of us went away to college, and even then those were happy tears of pride.
I had a good childhood despite a ****** dad. In fact, I'd say it was better than yours
My dad only saw us when the courts ordered him to see us. I've gone seven full years without a single hug from him. In all though, not bad years.
Because my mother on the other hand is one of the strongest women on the planet who raised us quite well despite being on her own. I never saw her cry until each of us went away to college, and even then those were happy tears of pride.
I had a good childhood despite a ****** dad. In fact, I'd say it was better than yours
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ParadiseTroll (10/02/2015) [-] My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloé with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink; he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament ... My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon ... luge lessons ... In the spring, we'd make meat helmets ... When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard, really. At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zoroastrian named Vilmer ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking ... I suggest you try it.
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privatepumpanickel (10/03/2015) [-] is this off someting? Or did you just make that up?
Either way, you are a hero of our times. A true martyr.
Either way, you are a hero of our times. A true martyr.
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ParadiseTroll (10/03/2015) [-] It's from the first Austin Powers movie, Dr. Evil says it during a group therapy session.
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AnomynousUser ONLINE (10/02/2015) [-] 
Yeah, all I got to grow up with was a bunch of booty songs.
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strangesir ONLINE (10/02/2015) [-] Look up every dad joke ever and you're set.
Also joke around at times that'll make your future wife be mad at you for an hour or something every now and then.
Also joke around at times that'll make your future wife be mad at you for an hour or something every now and then.
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enlightednatzie (10/02/2015) [-] I know, i just wanna know how it feels to have a kid too
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wowdahmelm ONLINE (10/02/2015) [-]
I don't remember much but I think it was some weird poorly drawn comic that was borderline pornographic. I saw it here on FJ awhile ago in my anon days and haven't seen it since.
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jesusisagoose (10/03/2015) [-] ew wtf i swa the liks and i think i need to get some holy eye drops
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anon (10/02/2015) [-]
That's what my uncle did, he and his wife figured they should pay off the house, then after that, they payed off the cars, etc, the once they figured they were at a place were they could have a kid they found out she couldn't anymore. There's never a good time to have a kid, and if you try to think about it rationally you'll end up not having one, just do it when it feels right.
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radicalkid (10/02/2015) [-] That's what my cousin did, now he has a 60 thousand dollar truck and a large house, and a motorcycle with a baby coming in January.
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spaaceghoost (10/02/2015) [-] Might want to get a 2x4 and shove it into the hole in your bathroom first, man.
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starstallion (10/02/2015) [-] Fathers take note: if your kid gives you her pompoms, you better rock that ****
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oubliette (10/02/2015) [-] i was expecting this to go so badly
thank ggod it was just a "cute video"
thank ggod it was just a "cute video"
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triene (10/02/2015) [-] Cute vid, but I call complete ******** on the excuse for the camera. Sounds like she has trust issues mate.
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elcreepo (10/02/2015) [-] I went into this expecting bad parenting and saw great, and I mean great, ******* parenting.
10/10 dad knows how to be a dad to a little girl
10/10 dad knows how to be a dad to a little girl
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omeguynamedlucass (10/02/2015) [-]
I'm a single Dad and stuff like this brings a massive smile to my face. The love and joy shared by a father and his children is one of the greatest gifts you can ever hope for.
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cubanwhiteman (10/02/2015) [-] It's things like this that really show how different a person can be from their normal workdays to how they are at home. Just try to imagine the most serious person you can, arriving home from their long days at work to see their children brighten up their face. Idk, just one of those things I think about.
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summonsplix (10/02/2015) [-] this really made me smile, parenting gone right, dad of the year
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madfunny (10/02/2015) [-] He seems like a great father. Good for him for putting aside himself and being willing to be a kid.
But **** his wife for setting up a hidden camera without telling him. You don't hide a camera and not tell anyone about it so your mom can catch the kids doing cute things. You set it up to spy on your husband because you don't trust him to take care of the kids. That's BS.
But **** his wife for setting up a hidden camera without telling him. You don't hide a camera and not tell anyone about it so your mom can catch the kids doing cute things. You set it up to spy on your husband because you don't trust him to take care of the kids. That's BS.
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reaperssprint (10/02/2015) [-] Where did it say the father didn't know about it?
Too man people on here are too quick to try and find a reason to hate women.
Too man people on here are too quick to try and find a reason to hate women.
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partylikeaturtle (10/02/2015) [-] I don't understand... Why is she surprised that her husband watches their children while she's gone?
Like was she expecting the two kids to just watch themselves the whole time or something?
Like was she expecting the two kids to just watch themselves the whole time or something?
