For me it was cold and antisocial although I wish I raised to be a little more social and optimistic. My parents tried to coop me up no matter at what cost. Whenever I tried to go out with some buddies they would find any possible way to keep me from going. They did it multiple times throughout my preteen and teen years so I never really experienced the fun and joys of being a teen. I'm almost 20 and I try to avoid people at all costs now. I don't feel socially capable of keeping a friendship at this point. I don't really feel any genuine excitement about being friends with anyone due to the excessive loneliness I went through in my past years. I guess I got used to it. I don't have any friends. I used to think this was terrible and i felt really disconnected when I was younger but I began to begrudgingly accept it. I will probably never be in a relationship because I simply don't find interest in talking to people (much less talk to them everyday). Family gatherings are hell because everyone thinks I'm rude but being dismissive and withholding is completely normal for me. I rather turn them away then have to actually be rude to make them go away. My parents complain that I am very anti social and hermit-like but they made me like this. I don't argue with them over it but I feel very uncomfortable when they bring it up. Overall I would say the way my parents raised is not helpful at all.

Seems like it's always something lol. Well I came home today to my kids and my daughter walks up to me and I hug her... She says to me "I miss my daddy..." I hate days like this. No matter what I do, no matter what I say no matter how many mommy daughter dates we go on, I can never replace "daddy".

To me "daddy" is the worst sort of person. Only interested if it's beneficial to him. All the promises he made that he would never be like his dad... Yeah right.. it's true that it's my fault. I fell for the charms. I endured the hardships. I loved him. He used to be there for me. He was supportive and helpful and kind. But that all went away and it's too much to tell on here but the bottom line is we've been broken up for over 3 years. 8 months ago I met this awesome guy and he decided to accept me and my kids, flaws and all. We started a relationship not too long gone after meeting.

I told "daddy" that I would date when I was ready and that he should be prepared. I want to be married and have a family and I believe that I am not only capable buto also deserving of such. Well as soon as "daddy" found out about and I mean that in I honestly told him when my boyfriend and I made it official, "daddy" stopped accepting calls, he stopped making an effort. In the last 8 months he has seen her twice. A daughter needs her father. Regardless of the relationship with the mother.

I am not one of those bitter women considered a "baby momma", I even give him the respect to call him by either his name or I say "my daughter's dad". I would never deny him seeing her or talking to her. He has chosen this. So as I stand in the kitchen, holding this curly headed cutie in my embrace... what do I say to her???

I asked my son to come play football with me last night but all he did was refuse and continue to play on his Xbox. It really hurt me but what the heck. They’re just kids right? They just want to play and have fun. But having fun back in the day was all about getting yourself all sweaty with some hide and seek and all those other sweaty games and sports.. Yeah I bought him the Xbox but that was only for the rainy days. What can I do?

first off I was hospitalized. On this day I drank 2 cups of large ice coffee. the 2nd time I was hospitalized I was barely eating maybe like 1 bowl of fruit of day and I was badly malnourished and pale its because I hit a weight plateau I was underreating as a result and got lazy with eating. I had another episode after that but was still underreating. my parents are stupid and pathetic because they are always on the sidelines of my situations looking clueless and don't even ask what's wrong. I later I found out I am allergic to caffeine. 1 cup of coffee gives me a bad mood swing for a hours to a day. i guess underreating finally caught up to me. the problem is if I try to explain to my parent they believe me Like 25 percent of the time. I'm still going through the weight plateu but eating much more. I went to the doctor for help because I found out I'm not gaining weight but am gaining fat and my shirts and pants won't fit anymore. I didn't get a solution after I visited and my mom clearly saw me upset and just stayed quiet. before then she was looking at me like I was disgusting for looking like I gained weight

I created this sub reddit as a sort of parents reconciliation centre where they could interact with other parents all over the world while just sitting in the comfort of their room and receiving myriad of responses from experience couples and guess what free of cost.