Bad Role Models For Parents
Parents are often seen as role models, guiding their children through life with wisdom and care. However, not all parents live up to this ideal, and some fall far short of the example they should set.
Reddit users have shared shocking stories of parents whose actions shattered their trust. From casual insensitivity to outright neglect, these experiences reveal why protective measures are sometimes essential. Here are some of the worst examples that truly opened people's eyes.
Halloween
When I was around 12, it was Halloween, and we only had one decoration—a life-size skeleton hanging from a noose on our tree. One day, a woman came to our door, apologetically explaining that her best friend lived down the street and had recently lost her daughter to suicide by hanging. She said her friend passed our house every day, and the decoration was deeply painful for her to see.
My mother’s reaction was shocking. She yelled, “It’s just a Halloween decoration. I’m not taking it down. Tell her to get over it,” before slamming the door in her face. Even 20 years later, I still think about that moment and how awful that poor woman must have felt. If it were me, I would have taken it down immediately and sent flowers. This experience made me mindful of my own Halloween decorations—and is one of the many reasons I cut ties with my mother a decade ago.
Broken Family
I rarely have contact with my biological father, but I knew he had remarried. Somehow, someone from his side of the family learned about my baby sister’s wedding and decided to crash it. During the reception, a woman who seemed familiar approached me and asked if I was who she thought I was. I confirmed my identity, admitting that she also looked familiar, though I couldn’t recall her name.
She introduced herself and reminded me of something shocking—I had babysat her when I was in high school, and she was in middle school. Curious, I asked how she’d been and whose guest she was. To my surprise, she revealed that she was my biological father’s wife and smugly informed me that he was hers now. Stunned and unwilling to create a scene, I simply excused myself and walked away, leaving her standing there.
Toxic Families
A year ago today, my wife and I experienced something that still haunts us. We were already in therapy, not because of our marriage, but because of our toxic families and our struggles to set boundaries. My mother-in-law had her issues, but my own mother was on another level—entitled, manipulative, and unwilling to respect our decisions. When our son was about to be born, we made it clear that both sets of parents could visit only after we had time to bond with him. Everyone accepted this except my mom, who insisted on being at the hospital earlier. When we refused, she reluctantly agreed—so we thought.
The day after we brought our baby home, my wife, exhausted and in pain, woke up to find his crib empty. Panicked, she called me in tears. Our neighbor, noticing my distress, revealed that my parents had taken the baby. My mother had used a spare key to break in and kidnap him. I immediately called the sheriff’s office, and thanks to my best friend, who is a deputy, our son was safely returned. Though my mom faced legal consequences, her social standing shielded her from real punishment. The backlash, however, forced my parents to move away. We’ve since taken every precaution—security cameras, alarms, and no spare keys left outside. Now, expecting our second child, we hope to keep our mother in the dark for as long as possible.
A Miracle Baby
After years of struggling to conceive, my family member had finally given up hope—until a miracle happened, and she became pregnant. But at six months along, she received devastating news: she had contracted Zika. Heartbroken yet determined, she shared the diagnosis with her mother-in-law, only to be met with cruelty. The woman callously remarked, "I should have known this would happen when I first met you and saw the way you were dressed."
As if short shorts and tank tops had anything to do with contracting a virus! The comment crushed her, making her question if she was somehow to blame. Still, she refused to give up. She carried her baby to term, and two weeks ago, he was born—perfectly healthy. No microcephaly, no complications, and, astonishingly, no trace of Zika exposure. Sometimes, life proves the cruelest voices wrong in the most satisfying way.
Engineering Graduate
The day I graduated from engineering happened to fall on my mother’s birthday—a coincidence entirely out of my control. But no matter how much I tried to explain, she refused to let it go.
She claimed I had "ruined her birthday" and, in a petty act of revenge, scheduled her birthday party on my actual birthday—five months later in August. A good parent isn’t just kind to their children; they also need to be responsible and avoid indulging in unnecessary resentment.
Teaching Assistant
During my time as a teaching assistant for a lower-division math course at my competitive university, I encountered a student who was completely unprepared for the rigors of college. She seemed to have coasted through life on privilege, arriving at lectures in designer clothes while constantly chatting with friends and shopping online. When she failed to submit her first four assignments, I reached out to remind her that homework significantly impacted her grade and even offered to accept late submissions. She never responded. After a disastrous midterm performance, I sent another email suggesting she drop the class and retake it later, but she insisted she could recover.
Then, at the last discussion session of the semester, she showed up—with her parents. Beaming with pride, they watched as she handed me a semester’s worth of homework, expecting leniency. When I politely declined to accept it, her father lashed out until I presented the evidence of her poor attendance and failing grades. The girl teared up as her parents’ expressions darkened. Before they could turn their anger on me, I made my escape, but not before hearing her receive a scolding loud enough to draw attention from nearby classrooms. She never attended the final exam.
A Day In The Life Of A Daycare Worker
When I worked in daycare, we had a strict rule: never accept sleeping children, especially in car seats. If a parent arrived with a sleeping baby, I had to wake them immediately. This often frustrated parents, but I later learned the unsettling reason behind this policy. I initially assumed it was to help keep children on a schedule. However, one day, a grandmother brought in a sleeping infant who wouldn’t fully wake up. He barely stirred, whimpered, and drifted back to sleep. My boss instantly called 911, while the grandmother insisted he was just tired from a rough night.
I knew this baby—he was always active and hated missing out. It turned out the grandmother had a history of drugging children to keep them asleep, and this time, she had done it to a six-month-old. The baby had to be hospitalized, and legal action was taken. This rule existed because some abusers would drug or injure children, then leave them with a sitter to avoid suspicion. Since then, I refuse to accept sleeping children while babysitting. I love kids, but witnessing parents make reckless choices made childcare unbearable for me.
Despite The Professions
A few weeks ago, on the day of my grandmother's funeral, I was outside the hospital speaking with the owner of the funeral home—who also happened to be my godfather. He had known me since birth and always treated me like a son. Despite his profession, I never saw anything strange about it; to me, it was just another job, one that even had its own unique benefits. As we stood talking, the company vehicles were parked nearby, including the hearse. That’s when an entitled mother (EM) approached us with her child, who was holding a drink.
"Hello," she greeted before pointing at the hearse. "Can my son take a ride in the limousine?" Her request caught me off guard, both because I was already overwhelmed with emotions and because I was trying not to laugh. Before I could fully explain, she interrupted, insisting I was being stingy. My godfather then stepped in, delivering the most epic response: "Sure, but only if he has a coffin to be in." It took her a moment to process before she realized her mistake, her face turning pale. Without another word, she grabbed her child and hurried away. My godfather and I looked at each other and burst into laughter—just another reminder that some parents truly lack awareness.
Nanny For A Wealthy Family
I worked as a nanny for a wealthy family, and some of the things I witnessed were truly unsettling. One parent once complained about not being flown to Miami on a private jet for a weekend, instead having to settle for first-class. Meanwhile, last-minute trips were constantly sprung on their child and me, leaving me in charge of the house while they jet-setted around the world. The poor child had no stability, and to create some semblance of consistency, I resorted to playing business-related videos of the parents for them to watch.
While the child was sweet and lovable, it was heartbreaking to think they might one day mirror the behavior of their parents. I’ll never forget the moment one parent asked me if I thought their frustration over not having a private jet was an overreaction. Needless to say, I felt awkward, knowing that even my entire yearly salary wouldn’t cover such a flight.
Session’s Over
I was halfway through a counseling session with a couple with a four-month-old baby. I asked about the baby, and the mom said, "She's in bed at home." I said, "Ah, grandparents babysitting?" The dad went, "No, she is at home alone. Nothing can happen to her. We bought a special mattress. One where she can't suffocate." At this point, my jaw was on the floor, and I was just staring at them for a couple of seconds. Then I asked how long it took them to get here.
They told me about 15 minutes, so I said, "Alright, the session's over. I want you guys to go home immediately and call me when you arrive. Please hurry. And never ever leave your baby alone!" Our next Redditor's parents would hype up the "we need to talk" conversation. But it left her scarred.
We Need To Talk
When I was growing up, "I need to talk to you" quite literally meant impending doom. It meant that I was going to walk into a room, have a screaming battle for 30 minutes, cry, and want to sleep forever over and over again. I have PTSD from it all. Now my boyfriend's mom, every other day, comes to us and says, "I need to talk to you guys later," and it makes me live in anxiety now.
It's almost always something trivial that could have been said in passing. God, please just say it in passing. Don't say that we need to talk later and then have it be something that you could've just said right then and there. I really hate going through the whole day in anxiety like that. This next parent is bad because he let our Redditor, his daughter, be manipulated by his new wife. Who's younger than she is?
Cutting Down Costs
My parents were married for 25 years before they divorced. A visiting nanny took great interest in my dad as he was a seemingly easy shortcut to citizenship and comfortable life. She actively pursued my dad, who obviously failed to put up much resistance. My mom found evidence of money transfers and love letters, and that was that. She filed for divorce. The nanny eventually married my dad, and my sister and I got a stepmom who was younger than us. This woman was a monster. She would monitor all phone calls between my dad and me. She banned him from visiting us at Christmas or during the holidays, and she bought my sister and me a pair of socks each for gifts. In comparison, she treated herself to overseas vacations and ridiculous amounts of plastic surgery.
It wasn't the gift itself that was the problem. It was the sneer on her face while she handed them to us. Eventually, we just stopped talking to my dad. During this time, mom would receive harassing phone calls that she should give up her house, and in exchange, the nanny would care for my sister and me. We were still in school, and my dad agreed to support us until we finished our post-secondary education. I believe the demands had to do with both being upset she hadn't taken our family home as she fantasized she would and the fact that she thought supporting us directly would cut down their costs significantly. It's not a good feeling when your parents are always against you.
Trying To Be The Bigger Person
I was in no contact with my mother for two and a half years until I had a medical event. She'd begged to be part of my life, and I'm trying to be a bigger person. But when she started barking at me about being disappointed, I harped back that she was 50% of the reason I was in this place. Because I'm just now coming to terms with the damage she has done to me. And I told her this: I told her she was neglectful and violent, and when she tried to say otherwise, my dad went to bat for me.I was in no contact with my mother for two and a half years until I had a medical event. She'd begged to be part of my life, and I'm trying to be a bigger person. But when she started barking at me about being disappointed, I harped back that she was 50% of the reason I was in this place. Because I'm just now coming to terms with the damage she has done to me. And I told her this: I told her she was neglectful and violent, and when she tried to say otherwise, my dad went to bat for me.
My dad is not biological. He has been her boyfriend for the last 10+ years. This might be the first adult, the first parental figure to ever go to bat for me, and it was a magical feeling. To know that not all adults are horrible, and it's not every man for himself all the time. There's no deeper insight here. I stood up for myself, and for once in my life, I had someone else tell me that I was right. There's going to be a lot of healing that comes after this. The next Redditor had such bad parents that just the mere sound of someone humming was enough to upset them. Here's the reason why.
There’s No Way Out Of This
This was a really cathartic moment for my brother and me. We were talking on the phone, and the conversation turned to our mom. He has only recently realized the damage she's done to both of us individually and our sibling relationship, which I've known for a while now. We were talking about the fact that because of how emotionally messed up our family was, we had no proper role models for how to communicate or be in a healthy, loving relationship. And he was saying how sometimes that creates tension with his girlfriend because he won't be able to articulate how he's feeling, and she'll get frustrated because his lack of communication makes it seem like he doesn't care.
But they talk it out, and he's trying, which makes him one step ahead of me (relationship-wise) and about a billion steps ahead of our parents. Anyway, our mom would always hum when she was angry or upset but never reveal the reason. He said to me, "My girlfriend was just humming the other day, and I think I scared her with how upset I got. I couldn't really explain it at the moment. I was just like, 'I'm really sorry, but you NEED to stop humming.'" I knew exactly what he meant. For us, the sound of someone humming means, "Mom is mad, and I don't know why, but it's my fault somehow, and I'm probably going to get in trouble, and no matter what I say or do, there's no way out of this," He was eventually able to explain this to her, but my God! When he told me that, in a weird way, I was so happy. I think it validated that I wasn't just "crazy" for going into a cold sweat and getting palpitations whenever someone hummed around me. Our next Redditor's father was dating a woman much younger than him. But it was what he said that made him sure he was a bad parent.
I'll Pass
My parents divorced around their mid-to-late-30s. They had me when they were young. When I was 21, I visited my dad's house for the night, and a girl he had been dating was over. So, he walked downstairs and asked me what I was up to. He then said the most horrendous thing he's ever told me: "You know, she's about the same age as you. Do you want to get intimate with her a little bit?
I'm sure she won't mind." I declined, then went straight out the door to stay with friends instead. Unfortunately, it's not uncommon for parents to threaten to kick their children out. But this Redditor called them on it.
Today Was The Tipping Point
My parents have been threatening to kick me out since the 7th grade, so that's not a new thing. But today was the tipping point. My dad asked me about making something for my brother's boat. His phrasing was more along the lines of curiosity versus actually wanting me to do it. I said it would be possible and thought that was it. Later tonight, my mom came down to where my brother and I were hanging out and started ripping into me. She was talking about "being disappointed in me" for "never helping." I, unfortunately, defended myself. From there, it escalated into me being lazy, me being disrespectful, and me never washing dishes. The first kicker is that I do help, but with the dishes, my mom only decides to do them as I'm eating or doing something on my own.
The second kicker is that the whole reason we are fighting is over something that is my brother's. My dad blew up in my face after I unsuccessfully tried to explain and mend the situation. I was supposed to leave then and there. No car keys, shoes, or wallet. Luckily, I left those things in my room—since I had been planning this for years. When I got up there, I started shoving everything into suitcases. My desktop came with me too. My dad came up, floored that I was taking everything. "You were only supposed to take stuff for a couple of days and then come back and apologize." All my mom was worried about was me taking a towel with me. I'm so glad I planned ahead. All of my documents are safe. My bank account is secure, no major loans, and a fiancé I can live with. I'm nervous about health insurance, but that is it. Yet another father is dating a woman younger than his child. But apparently, it's not a healthy relationship.
Zero Communication
My dad is dating a girl younger than me. I'm 25, she's 23, and he's 50. I hate the looks of other people, and it makes me uncomfortable to be around them. It's so weird for me to watch him teach her how to do laundry or the dishes. It's like he's raising another child. He gets angry that she doesn't know how to cook or clean, but she seems to be trying her best. She just left her mom's house, and now she's supposed to be responsible for taking care of my dad. They also fight all the time because he has zero respect for her. She usually goes and sulks in the car or in their room. There is absolutely zero communication between them. And the cherry on top? My dad usually buys her something after they argue, so nothing really gets resolved.
She has every scent from Bath and Body Works because that's where he goes after they argue. He used to buy his ex-wife Clinique after they argued, so I guess he's lucky the new one likes stuff that is much cheaper. Our next Redditor's mother is so bad that they had to get a restraining order from her. Imagine something so sad as that.
The True Weight Of The Matter
I'm still in shock, to be honest. I went no-contact with my mom and my four siblings six months ago. I had been attending counseling to finally deal with my baggage after trying (and failing) to cope alone for 30 years. I finally admitted the mistreatment. The counseling opened my eyes to how awful my family was and the damage it was now doing to my three children. I feel incredible guilt for allowing my children to be hurt in this way. Anyway, My mom didn't take too kindly to me, stopping her from seeing my children when I went no-contact since she genuinely thought the kids were her possessions. She began a smear campaign, contacting ex-partners, friends, clients, etc. She got a solicitor and tried to get visitation rights. And then she started stalking us. Coming to my house, being at the children's school several times a week, trying to talk to them, etc.
She once tried to take them from school and was stopped by a teacher. She wrote letters to the children and used another child to hand them the letters in school. And finally, she wrote the children weekly letters delivered to my house. The language in the letters has been likened to grooming techniques by the authorities. So after six months of this, six months of me being unable to collect my children from school because of fear, six months of essentially being a hermit and being unable to answer my phone or open the door, I called the authorities on her and told them everything. They were amazing. I was expecting the "oh, it's a family falling out, but she's your mom" comments. But they didn't. They believed me, they took it very seriously, took statements, and were so supportive. They said it was stalking, and that validation was just amazing. So they detained her—something that had never happened in her life before. She is not allowed to come near me, my house, or my children's school. Our next Redditor used to have a crush on a waitress at his dad's favorite restaurant. But then his dad did the unthinkable.
My World Turned Upside-Down
My dad is married to a 25-year-old waitress. I am 26. When I was 18 or 19, my family used to go to the place she waited at, and every time, I would silently pray we were going to be seated in her section because I had a huge crush. My dad would always be a dad and drop some dad jokes, and I always thought she was laughing at those jokes to be polite, but it turns out she thought they were genuinely funny.
Then, my whole world turned upside-down—they got together five years ago, and my crush was quite literally crushed. He still goes to the same place to eat, and she's still his waitress, but the jokes are worse now. Parents should nurture their children into confident and healthy adults. But sometimes, things just don't work out that way.
Cost Of Entry
My mom always made it clear she had complete disdain for everything about me. I was cold and unemotional (because showing emotions got you mocked in our house), my interests were stupid, and she ragged on my fashion sense so much that her favorite insult was, "well, that's very you." In response, I became very accomplished at school, seeking any sort of positive feedback from an authority figure. However, my chosen fields of study were never going to make me any money, so they weren't worth anything to her. According to her, I apparently thought I was "better than everyone else." As a result, I think I developed a core belief that since I had no intrinsic worth, my only worth was in what I could offer people—knowledge, therapy, favors, food, and support. I'm a chef, and I never show up anywhere empty-handed. If I'm invited somewhere, or friends agree to come over, chances are I'm bringing something absurdly extravagant with me to "justify" my presence.
Having been in therapy for a while now, I've realized that I don't need to pay a "cost of entry" to socialize with people. I've invited places because people actually enjoy having me there, not because I'm going to bring a 12-layer cake. It's so hard to actually believe that, but it's been eye-opening to realize how my lack of self-worth has shaped my relationships over the years. So, for any unloved fellow kids out there: Just because the people who should have loved you didn't does make you unlovable. You are worthy intrinsically and not because of any utility you offer. There are so many remarries on this list. Yet another father who remarried a young woman. But this father left his previous family with nothing.
New Wife, New Life
At 49, my dad divorced my mom to marry a 25-year-old woman. He had six kids with my mom. The new wife was two years older than his oldest child and five years older than me. I tried giving her a chance—until I found out what she made my dad do. She made him reverse his vasectomy and have a child, who is 25 years my junior. He stopped paying for college for former kids and stopped paying alimony to my mom after ten years. He moved to Texas with his new wife, then retired and eventually passed. His entire estate went to the new wife and her kid. My mom never recovered. She had never finished college, and because she got married and quickly had kids in her early 20s, she had no real means of support. She was always the dominant one in the relationship, and she was hurt quite badly by the affair and subsequent divorce.
She always assumed he would come to his senses and come back to her right up until she got the divorce papers. That knocked her over. Dad then took her youngest kid to live with him, basically saying, "You aren't doing a good job raising him," which messed her up again. No inheritance for the first six kids. His new wife never read the will and basically kept everything. Bad parents often feel control over their children. This extends to blaming them whenever something bad happens. Just as our next Redditor knows.
Pass The Blame
In my house, I was always blamed for the smallest things. Whether it was for spilling a little bit of water or leaving my book lying around on a table or even sleeping in on weekends, I am not saying I was right all the time. All I'm saying is I could've been corrected better. Instead of being told why I was wrong or why I should not have done something, I was always yelled at for it. This simply made me better at hiding my faults, not omitting them altogether. However, today I left a giant jar of almond milk I made as a gift to a friend. I had left it in the fridge, and in the morning, I heard a loud shatter, and I knew it was my almond milk. I walked over and saw my mom, who obviously caused the mess, just standing there.
Her first reaction was to yell at me, as per usual. I told myself there were two ways I could handle this. I could either yell back and create an argument, or I could be calm about it. So, I chose the latter. I picked up a cloth and a broom and insisted that it was an accident, that we all make mistakes, and that accidents are not intentionally done. I also told her that her mistakes didn't make her a bad person. Instead, they were just mistakes. I also reminded her that the almond milk I made could be made again and that it's not worth getting upset over because there is really no point crying over spilled (almond) milk. She was definitely taken aback by it, and she did not know how to respond. I told her that I would clean up the mess and while doing it I was so proud and had so much hope that maybe this vicious parenting cycle was going to end with me.
A Controlling Relationship
My dad loves controlling people. He used to always go on about wanting an Asian wife because he thought she'd be really grateful and meek towards him. He fancied the idea of not getting into any arguments. Not long after admitting those desires to me, he—in his 50s—met and married a 21-year-old Chinese woman. I was 23 at the time. The age difference doesn't bother me—however, what is disturbing is my dad's behavior. The way he treats her in public is revolting.
He is so condescending and talks really slowly, like someone would to a toddler. He tells her off and calls her names. It was so sad to see. I don't know for sure, but she may have left him because when I was last in contact with him, he never brought her with him or spoke about her. Once you grow up and are out of the house, you shouldn't have to associate with your parents. But some just really don't let go.
Limited Contract Limited Contract
A few days ago, my mom called me. I currently have very limited contact with her, so this is maybe the sixth time we've talked in seven years. She told me she wanted to send money for my son's birthday, but there was a catch. She will only do it if she can talk to him on the phone. I said a flat-out no with no argument or insults, just no. She started with the phrase that always gets me: "I just don't understand." This would have sent me into a rage spiral about everything that happened, which would have turned into a fight, had she said that a few years ago.
But now I have a magic phrase all my own: "I'm sorry you don't understand, I have to go." It's so awesome! It cuts her off, and it ends any further argument. I wish I had known that 30 years ago, and I just thought I'd share. Parents need to respect boundaries. We don’t have to tell you that this extends to their hair. This next mother had to hear it though.
Cutting Her Hair
This happened a few minutes ago and I am beyond angry. I have been sick for days now. I have long curly hair that reaches the end of my back. Because of the fever I’d been having, I hadn’t been able to brush my hair and it was all tangled. So my mom told me yesterday that because I cannot take care of my hair, she’s going to cut it all the way to my shoulders. I was almost too sick to speak, but I still told her no. Today, I was feeling a little better and got up, took a shower, and combed my hair. While I was doing this, my mother came in behind me and took the comb and started combing my hair gently and very sweetly. Or so I thought. Suddenly, I felt something on my back—it was scissors.
Still, she said she was just trimming my hair. But when I looked in the mirror, she had cut my hair 4-5 inches. That is a lot for curly hair, and it will take YEARS to grow back. But I’m not angry about my hair. I am angry about her trespassing on my boundaries, yet again. I hate her so much right now. I don’t even want to look at her face, even though I live with her. Parents can often be controlling. But our next Redditor really showed them the error of their ways.
Kept On A Short Leash
As I now know, it's normal to have a front door key when you go to school. However, I didn't get a key until I was 16, and it was only for the front door, not the door to our apartment. So I was always dependent on my mother when I went out and had to go back to the apartment. For years, I asked for my own key, but it was always just, "I'm home anyway. We don't have to give you one. Just ring the bell, and I'll open it for you." Sounds logical in theory, but it was terrible to live through. Quite often I came home from school and stood in front of the locked apartment. There was no reaction to my ringing, and knocking didn't help either.
Sometimes I sat in front of the door for two hours, even in wet clothes when it rained. And what was my mom doing? Sleeping, usually. When she once remembered that her daughter had long since finished school, she arrived and let me into the apartment. No apology or words of remorse. Only afterward did I understand that this was just one of their methods of controlling me and keeping me on a short leash. It's a difficult thing when a son doesn't even have respect for their parents. This Redditor knows it all too well.
Healing Takes A Long Time
My parents married young, as was typical in the '60s. A decade into their marriage, he was caught with our babysitter. He eventually left our mom and married her, but that only lasted a few years. My dad then played the knight in shining armor to a succession of young women who were 'down on their luck.' It was the same pattern over and over. They were always about the same age–late teens to early twenties. It didn't matter how old my dad got or how much older we, his children, were compared to them. Ultimately, his work took him to the Philippines, and he became involved with a young woman there. He said they were just friends, and all of his many trips there were apparently to help her and her family.
We rolled our eyes. Eventually, our dad informed us he married her so she could come to Canada for a better life. We were taken aback when he told us her age—she is about five years younger than the youngest one of us. I don't have any beef with her. She's kind, decent, and hardworking, albeit too submissive and deferential to my dad. I'm sure that's part of what he likes about her. My problem is really with my dad alone, who has repeatedly proven himself to be a self-centered narcissist fixated on younger women. He congratulates himself for 'saving' all these people and helping them out of their miserable lives when he's never used the time of day for his own kids or grandkids. It's the saddest thing when parents are a no-show. But it's even worse when you're kicked out at eight o'clock at night.
No Show
My mom changed the locks and kicked my baby and me out at 8 pm five nights ago. Now I'm ruining Christmas for the entire family by not showing up. We are out. I'm free and have no contact for now. Her plan backfired, and now the texting of emotional novels has started. I'm contemplating changing my phone number. I'm holding my baby in a warm apartment with full bellies and friends, and we have our own room and bathroom.
This is what I've been saving for. Wish me luck as I finish my education and move forward with life. I'm working towards my Bachelor of Nursing now, with a goal of finishing with my master's and becoming a nurse practitioner. I'm being guilt-tripped, but I have to stay strong for myself and my child. These classes are not easy, but failing would just be what she wants. We've heard the tale of fathers marrying younger women a lot by now. But what about ones from a psych ward?
Too Much For Me To Handle
When I was 19, my dad married someone six months younger than me after meeting her in the psych ward of a hospital. At the time, my father was 39, and he was recovering from an addiction. My father always dated women much younger than himself, but I was conditioned to it. At the very least, he had never dated younger than me. I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt, but when he brought her to my cousin's wedding, chaos ensued. No one had met her until that point, and it was just really messy.
My dad and I were really close, but I was edging away from him because his addiction was too much for me to handle when he married this girl while I was on vacation. It just kind of sealed the deal. We had always talked about me being his "best man" if he ever got married, and it just showed me that I would never matter more than his pleasure and his women. They are now separated, but I still don't talk to my dad.