Some kids get grounded when talking back and other's go through a lot worse. These poor kids share the terrible things their parents have ever done.
One Cruel Punishment
“My stepdad (or one of my mom’s pimps, depending on how you look at it) stole my high school girlfriend, got her addicted to heroin and turned her into a hooker. He even told me he was gonna do it as soon as he met her.”
Up And Gone
“He was a regular guy, funny, outgoing, a little socially awkward and unsure of himself but a good guy none the less. It’s his senior year of high school. He comes home walks inside and…everything is gone. His parents up and moved while he was at school. House looked like a fire sale happened.
He wound up crashing at my ex-girlfriend’s parents house for the remainder of his senior year. They had always liked them. He called her mom “mommy”.
Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.”
How Long Do We Have?
“Both my parents married young (accidental pregnancy). They then proceeded to have 5 kids when they could not afford one.
Neither would work and in one case, my dad had to hide for 10 years to avoid a jail term. When visitors came over he would hide under the floorboards, escaping through a trapdoor he created under a rug in their bedroom. We were not allowed to talk about him living there for all of that time. Couldn’t have friends over etc.
They lived on welfare their entire lives living in public housing (still do) and spent most of their money on booze and cigarettes. Meanwhile we all lived in rags and handmedowns. Some nights we would not get dinner as there was no food in the house and no money to buy any. Frequent school days with no lunch, being bullied constantly for being poor and looking it.
Commonly when we did have dinner us kids would get baked beans on toast or hotdogs (on bread) whilst the “parents” would eat steak. Kids had to eat at the dinner table whilst parents ate in front of the TV in another room. If any of else made a peep we’d all be in trouble.
Frequent occurrences of power being cut to the house for non-payment of bills. Cold showers when it’s 0 degrees celcius is NOT fun, especially when we didn’t even have soap.
Being sent to neighbours houses several times a week to “borrow” stuff (meaning have). Items such as cigarettes, eggs, milk, bread etc.
When the social security money came in it was bonanza time for the parents. When we were too young to be left alone we would be dragged down to the pub, left in the car park with chips and a drink whilst parents would go inside to drink, smoke and socialise. They would come out and check on us about every 45mins or so….d— thoughtful of them. Myself and older sister were responsible for the little ones. Oh glory when we were considered old enough to be “unsupervised” and could babysit at home, no heat, rarely food and the only drinks you ever had was tap water. Tap water is not a hardship but it’s tough explaining to your brothers and sisters why everyone else can drink cordial or soft drinks but they only ever got tap water.
I could go on an on about these instances. How about my 12th birthday which that year happened to fall on Easter weekend. Woot for my parents as they rationally explained to me that Easter eggs were my presents that year despite everyone else getting them too. Hey at least we had dinner that day.
I recall another incident of being pulled from a sound sleep out of my bed at night by the hair and beaten. My brother and I had been fighting and my mum hit us with the “wait until your father gets home” line. It actually lifted the scalp from my skull in one spot. You could feel the separation but there was no blood.
Fast forward through 15 years of this when my mother decides that she’s had enough and just up and leaves. We come back from school that day to an empty house.
The killer for me was she used MY money to do it. I had qualified for a financial bursury for school of almost $1500.00. This was a fortune for us and all I wanted out of it was some school supplies and some clothes. She cashed the check, took off with it and I got nothing……
Dad was devastated and proceeded to increase his drinking. Now at this stage my older sister moved out and into her boyfriend’s place becoming a duplicate of her mother. Oldest boy (me) at 15 is now raising his 2 younger brothers and younger sister whilst trying to complete his senior years at high school, something no one in the family had ever achieved before. Apparently I was a child genius and was the only kid in my primary school to qualify for the only prestigious selective school in the area despite the rest of the class getting special tutoring. I wasn’t allowed as my parents couldn’t pay for it. I desperately wanted to go but with a family to look after and a household to run I simply had no choice. I refused to have my siblings put in a home. I’d already lived through 6 months of that in an earlier episode.
I continue to do laundry, washing, cooking and badgering my dad down at the local pub for money so I could do the groceries and pay the rent. I was a d— short little guy for my age so I ALWAYS got strange looks at the supermarket pushing a trolley of groceries around. I was concentrating on keeping a running total in my head at the time so that I knew when to stop. The looks on the cashiers faces when I paid the rent I still see to this day. Let me tell you money was tight and sometimes (frequently) dinner was a damper I quickly baked in the oven.
Imagine the gut wrenching pain I felt to come home one day and find that the electricity had been turned off again. My dad arrives that afternoon proclaiming himself a hero because he brought a large box full of canned goods home with the promise that the electricity would be put back on……in two weeks. Queue two weeks of cooking in the backyard on an open wood fire BBQ including heating water to wash with. Essentially we subsisted on warm spong baths from a bathroom sink.
I can cite countless examples like this but there’s just too many. This seems to be regurgitating itself almost automatically so I’ll hold off for now. Eventually my 2 youngest siblings talked our mother into taking them in as apparently I was too mean, making them help cook and clean. When they didn’t want to I twice spanked them. This equated to me being a bully and they too left. I still feel guilt even now over this.
Finally, the younger brother left the house to work as a strapper which included board and food. Best deal any of us ever got. Dad attempted suicide a few weeks later (pills) and I s— you not I sat there for more than 30 minutes trying to decide wether I should bother calling the ambulance or not. I eventually relented and to this day I’m still not sure why.
Fast forward a few more months and dad not willing to give me any money, the rent doesn’t get paid, we get served, I don’t know about this part but Dad just ignores it until the cops and a removalist truck arrives at the front door.
I’m at the end of my tether now but I’m only 6 months from finishing my HSC. I don’t why but I had the inspiration to call my uncle who was a hard working gruff scary man, married with two kids. I essentially begged him to take me in and he he did without question. He and his wife ensured I was fed, sheltered, clothed and loved and I’ll forever be in their debt for that.
I eventually graduated, got a job, moved into my own place, married had kids and am the luckiest man alive.
My wife tried to reconcile me with both my parents stating that they simply cannot be that bad. She refused to believe my stories even to this day some she simply cannot fathom. Suffice to say after a few visits and the inevitable number of times they’ve wanted to borrow money from “rich” me she now hates them more than I do. My kids ask why they don’t have grandparents and I have to explain to them that I love them too much for them to meet my parents who would be the worst grandparents in the world to have.”
“My stepmom branded my tongue with a heated up spoon when she caught me lying.”
“Cut my sandwich into rectangles instead of triangles.”
“My stepfather constantly talked about my large breasts when I was growing up. Once I became a teenager he took every opportunity to wrestle, grope, and otherwise harass me while my mother did nothing. By “nothing,” I mean that she pleaded with me to never fight back and not ever report him to anyone because he would get mad and things would be even worse.
As if that situation wasn’t messed up enough, when I met my real dad at the age of 20, I found out through friends of mine that he worked with that he was heavy into incest erotica. He would bring books with titles like “The Family Way” and such to work with him hidden half-a—- in the slipcover of another book. When I told my 17 year old sister about it she said that she knew and thought it was no big deal. I no longer have contact with either one of my dads. Oh, and my mom stole the college fund I’d been saving for my entire life to fund her gambling addiction, too, but the incest thing is, to me, a lot more f—– up.”
“I married a woman for her papers. Her parents were illegal immigrants. She was born in Mexico three months before they made their “exodus.” When she was 25 years old, she found out that the social security number that her Mom was using was actually hers. She was born in Ontario, CA, not Mexico. As result of her being raised thinking she was an illegal, she dropped out of high school believing she wouldn’t be able to graduate without a social security number.”
A Family Loan
“My parents guilted me into “loaning” them $8,000 (over half my paychecks for a year) when I was 17. It is now four years later and I’m pretty sure they have no intention of paying me back. I think my dad forgot it ever happened.”
A Stolen Life
“I was stolen by my grandmother as a child. They moved cross country several times, going from church to church avoiding authorities until they gave up. Eventually they found a church that would help them hide.
They also didn’t allow me to brush my teeth because fluoride was the devil, or some bat s— crazy thing like that.
Kept me “homeschooled” where all classes were basically “read the bible again.”
Wasn’t allowed outside until the age of about 15ish, unless it was to go to church of course.
Had to move back in with them at 19, had a job and was saving up to move out. I had about 5,000 stored away in cash (couldn’t have a bank account cause I was too paranoid). They tore apart my room looking for either money or drugs while I was at work, then played dumb.
Man, the list could go on with these people.”
What A Life
“Where do I begin?
While I was in elementary school, my father had me placed in a mental hospital (Charter) twice because my stepmother severely abused me physically and mentally. Here I am, this young kid who doesn’t really know what’s going on with a group of kids that are mainly older than me who have drug, sexual and cutting problems. It was an eye opener. Even though my dad knows about this abuse he’s still married to her. It’s the worst marriage I know of, and it’s lasted for 25 years.
In middle school my mom ran away with her husband (my stepfather) because he was wanted for grand theft auto. Leaving me with an empty place with no power, phone, water. I was in the middle of BFE with no way to communicate. Eventually my father got a call from the school because I hadn’t been and got me out of there. The power thing would come back to bite me in the arse.
While in high school, I smoked marijuana with both my mother and aunt (her sister). My mother also provided me with any and all substances I wanted. Many times she would have me buy her marijuana in exchange for some of it.
My mother was the “town whore” during that same period, random guys would always be over, sometimes coming in our place in the middle of the night while we were both asleep. She wasn’t a “professional,” she’s got “daddy” issues. This caused a problem at times because the only bathroom in our apartment was in HER bedroom. I ended up making a habit of relieving myself via the front door.
Fortunately I grew up to be a somewhat normal person. When I bought a house I learned that my mother had used my name and SS # for electric service way back when she ran off. I was forced to pay over $500 to the electric company even though I could prove that I was a minor at the time when that account was active.”
Living Rent Free
“My parents kicked me out because I had a girlfriend. Then tried to make me pay rent AFTER I moved out.”
Giving You The Best
“My mother forced me out of high school at 16 because she wanted to follow in the footsteps of some people from our church.
She gave me a bunch of easy schoolwork that I already learned, and the rest of it was Christian Education, which didn’t help me in the real (intelligent) world. I was kicked out at 18 because I had sex and she couldn’t “support my lifestyle,” so I was pretty much thrown on the street with no education or backup. I’ve spent the last 6 years trying to get into college but for some reason kept getting turned down for financial aid because I was still considered “dependent”, and she refused to give me the necessary information.
I currently have no job, and am just NOW getting approved for financial aid (because I’m 24). Now, I’m not blaming her because I’m currently jobless and (essentially) homeless. I’m blaming her because she completely fucked over any legitimate form of education I could have received because of her Christian views.
The worst part? She, to this DAY, says she feels she did the best thing for me, and will not acknowledge that she had no idea what she was doing.”
“I informed my mom I was moving out on my 18th birthday. She told me if I tried that she would go to the police and claim that because I was autistic I could not take care of myself. She told me that she would get extended custody of me and I would be allowed to leave when she decided. Needless to say come my 18th birthday I was still at home.”
“Mine used my social security and other personal information to drain 76,000 dollars from my savings account which I had built up over the course of saving every penny working at a s—- used bookstore for 5 years while selling magic the gathering cards on the side in high school.”
I really don’t know where to start. She has four kids; my older sister, whom I’ve never met, with one guy. Myself with another guy. My two younger sisters with yet another.
She had the oldest when she was thirteen. The dad was, I gather, probably a decent bit older; he took the little girl away and my mom never saw her again. I’ve never met her.
She’s… 44 now, and I’m 25. So she had me when she was eighteen or nineteen, the middle sister three years after that and the youngest another three years later.
I’ve never met my biological dad; the ‘dad’ I grew up with was the biological father of my two younger sisters. He was a great, wonderful man who treated me like his own son, and is probably the only reason I’ve made it as far as I have.
She has been married ten times. I remember all but the first two – my older sister’s father and mine.
She was never downright abusive, but… neglectful. Extremely so. When she divorced the third husband – the ‘dad’ I’ve known all my life – she took us three kids and only let him see us every other weekend, despite the fact that he had a stable job while she didn’t. This is after she spent every penny he made and literally bankrupt his company, running it into the ground. In any case, she kept this charade up for… I don’t know how long. I was too young, probably under ten. It wasn’t long, though; she eventually drove us over to his house one day and said, “Here, take them. I can’t deal with this s— anymore.” That’s almost word for word, according to my dad.
So the situation reversed for a few years; he had primary custody and we visited her every other weekend. This time-frame seems fairly pleasant; probably because we didn’t have to see her too much. The next major thing I remember in sequence is her bringing a computer over to our apartment, then explaining it was so we could stay in touch with her, since she was moving to Finland with her new husband-to-be. Bye kids; have a nice life!
She eventually moved back to ‘Murica with her Finnish husband (this guy was, in all fairness, pretty awesome.) Eventually cheated on him with a guy from England who turned out to be an abusive a–hat, cheated on him with an Arab… I don’t know too many after that.
At some point in all of this, she made me drop out of high school so I could go to Job Corps, which never happened. Gave me a $100 bill and kicked me out of the house on my eighteenth birthday, six months later. I don’t even remember how I ended up living with her.
I moved in with her again a couple years later, after my dad passed and I fell apart emotionally. Didn’t last long; we had an argument, she threw a TV at me and I tossed her about four feet. She called the cops and I spent two weeks in jail.
Both of my sisters are train wrecks. The older one is meth addicted, has been homeless more than once and bounces between boys just like dear old mum. She has more anger issues than the Hulk. The younger is a mirror image of her mother; on several drugs, sexually promiscuous and consistently unfaithful, uses men like toys and throws them away, etc. I’m afraid there’s no hope for either of them.
Honestly, there are thousands of little horror stories about this woman; for example, cake and a Coke as breakfast for infant me. I can probably dredge up several, but this should communicate the worst of it.”
“Ready? My wife got a full boat to college. Her father then took out student loans for each year of her four years in school…in her name. Then skipped town with the cash and she got a surprise phone call about six months after graduating.”
“My parents told me about Santa.”
How Dare You
“Not even the ABSOLUTE worst thing my parents did to me but it’s always stayed with me more than any other thing:
My mom grounded me for making the highest grade in a huge class project when I was in 6th grade. I made a 98 and when we got home, she irrationally screamed at me and grounded me for the weekend.
We’re cool now, but it absolutely changed what I told her when it came to my schooling (nothing).”