Who else has crap parents?

summerskin wrote: »

Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times 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 fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

and you sued them for 1 MILLION DOLLARS!!!!

summerskin wrote: »

Very well, where do I begin...

I think that was one of the best posts I've ever read.

Forest Demon wrote: »

I had crap parents. My summers consisted of my sister and I sitting outside amusement arcades for 12 hours a day as my mother and father spent all their money on poker machines.

My parents never had a mortgage and always had plenty of money for themselves. They still have.

I once broke my arm and was not brought to the hospital for two days because it did not suit them. I never had any lunch going to school. They never took any interest if I went in or not.

During the 80s my mother made me wear a break dancing tracksuit that was grey and pink. It was a hand me down from a female cousin. Well it thought me to fight

Everything they ever did for us was an after thought and half arsed.

I was never sexually abused and there was never any bad violence in the home so I know it could have been a lot worse.

Does any one else have crap parents?

It seems to me that there is a strong possibility that, after one of your outings, you and your sister actually went home with the wrong people, and they were too polite to tell you.

Your real parents could still be looking for you.

summerskin wrote: »

Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times 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 fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

Awwww I thought you made that up yourself, then I googled it still though, hilarious

My Mum's great. Couldn't do enough for me. I couldn't think of a bad word to say about her.

My Dad's a cunt and I barely see him.

So my parenting balances out so :cool:

Forest Demon wrote: »

During the 80s my mother made me wear a break dancing tracksuit that was grey and pink. It was a hand me down from a female cousin. Well it thought me to fight

Sorry to hear that OP - I have issues with my parents like anyone but nothing on that scale.

I reckon everybody can look back at how they were raised, and figure out what they should do differently. Some people just shouldn't have kids though. And based on some contact with the care system, the majority of those neglectful/abusive parents hang onto their children.

My dad tried to convince me to support Liverpool. :eek:

My father drank himself into having brain damage last week and now has severe memory loss, doesn't recognize his own family, threatened to choke me when I challenged the fact he is making up stories and now will most likely be dependent for the rest of his life. The nurse said he was the most manipulative and evasive man she had ever met, even with an Iq now bordering on moderate mental retardation. Once when he was sober, I was staying with him and we were coming home late after a family visit. His neighbors saw him from afar entering into his house with a young woman (me) and began wolfwhistling and catcalling at him because it looked like he had someone back for the night. He gave them a thumbs up and walked inside. He was too conscious of his reputation than to think how totally disgusted I was.

My mother, after being abused by him for 20 years, and separated from him for 10, and despite hating the man, went to his apartment, scrubbed everything clean after all the filth he had left, carted all his clothes two hours to home, and cleaned them all. She has stocked his freezer for when he gets home. She has also invited him for christmas dinner every year since they divorced, and on the day of her divorce she allowed him sober up at her house. She is absolutely amazing.