We're your parents "bad parents"?

mysticweed

father - very very very bad
mother - a wonderful christian woman with a double side of ignorance

dimitrispearljam

after all this years i know a couple of things..
my mom and my dad always try their best for me ans my sister,and love us nonstop...
and is all that matters..and Thank them for that..
and i feel i dont have the right to judge them if are good parents or not..
from the moment im not a parent i dont have a clue how difficult job is to be a parents i dont have the right to judge them..
and i think being a parent is the most fuckin difficult job..

rick1zoo2

dimitrispearljam wrote:

and i think being a parent is the most fuckin difficult job..

very true - it is extremely frustrating. I am always worried that I am not doing the best

pandora

I was left alone to manage the house from elementary age
my father not living in our home my mother a live in housekeeper for the wealthy
Cudahy family. My sisters much older were out on their own.
I don't think that would fly these days and it was kind of lonely.
I was such a good kid too I think back could have gotten into some stuff.

Other than that I was loved and looked forward to party Friday nights
when the music played, my parents cocktailed and Dad made wonderful food.

Come to think of it that sounds a lot like my life now

Meg8686

eddiec wrote:

On my 18th birthday one of my dad's friend gave me a joint and said 'be careful, that joint will get 10 people high'. It did. Told my dad about it and he he said 'yeah, he always has the best stuff.'

PureandEasy

I had a pretty good upbringing. There were five kids, so we didn’t have all new stuff all the time, but my parents stressed education and when the time came, they put all five of us through college.

That’s probably the best lesson a parent can give a child, the importance of an education.

We were raised with a good work ethic and we’re all decent people.

And I'm happy to say, they're still both with us, they're up there, but they're still here and relatively healthy. I'm very grateful for that.

81

rick1zoo2 wrote:

I am always worried that I am not doing the best

no need to worry.....


cause you are not. :fp:






















i kid

JonnyPistachio

My Dad was all around pretty awesome, but a few questionable things were:

My Brother (3 years older than me) and I used to fight a lot. One day my Dad got sick of it and dragged us to the garage by our hair/ears and locked us in. Told us to fight it out. It was the worst beating I ever took. I think he banged my head against the little red wagon for about 7 minutes.

Another day I was being a little shit and I hit my Dad on the head with a pillow while he was eating dinner. He told me to stop, so I did it again. He held his steak knife up in the air as I hit downwards with the pillow. The knife went through the pillow and into my finger.

And the funniest one I can remember -- my Dad cooked me a hamburger and it had too much blood...what kid eats bloody burgers? I complained and wouldnt eat it...he said, "Oh too much juice for you?!" then he opened the glass sliding door, flipped out, and tried to throw the hamburger into the pool about 20 feet away. He missed the door and the burger hit the wall and stuck there for a second. When it fell to the floor, we all erupted in laughter. He was not amused.

sleeplikeadog

My parents were definitely bad parents. I didn't realize how bad until I had a child of my own. Just a few examples I guess: They smoked pot since I can remember. And not, going outside smoking or hiding in the basement or garage. I mean in the house with me sitting right there breathing it. I don't ever remember a time not being around it. And then when I was 13 I got suspended from school for smoking pot and my dad kicked my ass(like, punching kicked my ass) and told me that I should know better.
My dad also did alot of speed, which as you can imagine makes an already shitty person into a massively shitty person. I used to find speed pills all over my bedroom because that's where the clothes hamper was and they would fall out of his pocket.
Also my mom took 2 of my cats(at different times in my childhood) and dumped them out in the middle of nowhere and told me that they ran away. One because it scratched the hood of her car with its claws when it jumped off, and the other because it was an unneutered male that sprayed all over everything. Each of them came back after being gone for months if not a year or more.

I could go on all day with stories, haha.

DewieCox

JonnyPistachio wrote:

And the funniest one I can remember -- my Dad cooked me a hamburger and it had too much blood...what kid eats bloody burgers? I complained and wouldnt eat it...he said, "Oh too much juice for you?!" then he opened the glass sliding door, flipped out, and tried to throw the hamburger into the pool about 20 feet away. He missed the door and the burger hit the wall and stuck there for a second. When it fell to the floor, we all erupted in laughter. He was not amused.

That's classic.

My dad was never much of a cook, but there are a few that take the cake for most awful. Shepard's pie with cubes potatoes, sweet corn and ground beef. That was pretty bad, but another time, being out of charcoal lighter fluid he used regular gas to light the grill. Then 1)didn't tell us and 2) tried to act like we were babies for not wanting to eat it. Dunno how many of you have ever tasted gasoline, but imagine that in meat form and you'll have a pretty good idea what that meal was like.

Oh, the one thing he was best at, polish sausage and sauerkraut would stink up the house all day and the fridge for a few days til he could finish it off.

JonnyPistachio

DewieCox wrote:

My dad was never much of a cook, but there are a few that take the cake for most awful. Shepard's pie with cubes potatoes, sweet corn and ground beef. That was pretty bad, but another time, being out of charcoal lighter fluid he used regular gas to light the grill. Then 1)didn't tell us and 2) tried to act like we were babies for not wanting to eat it. Dunno how many of you have ever tasted gasoline, but imagine that in meat form and you'll have a pretty good idea what that meal was like.

Oh, the one thing he was best at, polish sausage and sauerkraut would stink up the house all day and the fridge for a few days til he could finish it off.

yumm, nothing like a gasoline burger! :fp:

Sorry abuot that Dewie!
My folks actually fed me pretty well, but I somehow started a habit of having two donuts and a huge coke a cola every morning for breakfast...but I never did injest gasoline..thats just terrible. :shock:

Dru_Cortez

rick1zoo2 wrote:

dimitrispearljam wrote:

and i think being a parent is the most fuckin difficult job..

very true - it is extremely frustrating. I am always worried that I am not doing the best

Try step parenting;
all the attitude + angst,
but none of that "love" stuff
to get in the way of a truly
dysfunctional relationship.
It's like a freakin' Hallmark card!
Cheers.

SatansFuton

Lately several people have commented to me that it may not have been the best parenting for my folks to allow my siblings and I have full cable complete with HBO (back when they still showed a lot of "questionable" movies late night) Cinemax (aka Skinemax) and The Movie Channel, in our bedrooms.

I'll never forget one time when I was like 8 or 9, and one of my brothers was 13 and having a sleepover for his birthday. I had a few friends over and he had like 10 or so friends over. My parents were asleep and we were all in the den watching some movie. I can't remember the name, but it was one of those 80's nudie sex comedies, some sort of Spring Break tittie-fest movie. Anyways, my dad wakes up and walks in on about 15 kids between the ages of 8 and 13 watching titties bouncing around and people having sex.

My dad: "OK, you can watch it, but nobody tell your parents"

15 Kids: "YAAAAAYYYY!!!!"

I think the older kids actually wanted to see the breasts. Us younger kids were probably just psyched over getting to watch something we knew we weren't supposed to be watching.

I call it awesome parenting, but somebody would probably call CPS on him these days for it.

DS1119

My Dad used to let me drive when I was 6 or 7. He would sit me on his lap and let me steer. In today's world that would probably get him a segment on 60 Minutes and a facebook hate page.

Loulou

RKCNDY wrote:

Loulou wrote:

RKCNDY wrote:

I was a latchkey kid since first grade...I was 6, stick my Swanson's TV dinner in the oven for an hour...yep, climbing on a step stool to take a piping hot TV dinner out of the oven...I don't know how I never fell off. Swanson's TV dinners, Mork and Mindy, and WKRP on the tube until someone came home.

I also sliced open my palm with a utility knife (the meaty part right below your thumb)...all the way down to the bone, I was given a band-aid and told to shut the hell up. I was probably 7.

:( apart from the cut hand, my upbringing was very similar. Spent alot of time alone, I don't hold any grudges but would have liked more company. I think they both feel guilty now though are trying to make it up.

ah, company would have been nice but now I prefer to be home alone. I actually get cranky if I don't get any 'me' time after about 3 days.

Isn't that funny!!! I am exactly the same now. I used to crave company as a child but I LOVE my alone time now, you could even really call me quite anti-social. Think maybe we both adapted to life being that way.

Last-12-Exit

I would walk across my small town as a 7 or 8 year old to the gas station and buy my dad cigarettes. Then I had to carry a note saying the cigarettes were for my dad, not me. Then they stopped selling them to me. Like they thought I was smoking them.

And my moms best line was "go get me a switch, and it better be a good one" I don't think parent can do that much anymore.

But they should.