Breeders have a special place in Hell waiting for them.
The only Breeders I'm a fan of…
So the people who voted yes. Do you hate your parents for creating you. They never knew the pain you'd suffer ?
Our parents knew pain before deciding to have a 3rd child, ie me. They fought before I was born, our father dealt with his misery by drinking and usually becoming violent either physically or verbally. Words can and do fucking slice through the soul at times.
Our mother dealt with heroin addiction though by the time I was born, she was sober or "clean". She traded that vice with becoming a Jehovah's Witness; they were successful in recruiting her so to speak, as she confided her little brother had died of a heroin overdose and the Jehovah's Witnesses told her she would
definitely see him again in the "new system" or "paradise" as they refer to the world post-armageddon, which they believe can happen any day. At any time.
Anyhow - do I hate my parents for bringing me into this world of hurt? Ourmother died in November of 2019. I've spoken with my sister about this particular feeling regarding her death. It felt like growing up and even once we each left the house, we had grieved her so many times. Our mother tried many versions of herself after leaving the Jehovah's Witnesses, forgetting who she was in the process. To hold her cremains was surreal (understatement). She was finally done with all of that, she was gone. She was free. I don't hate her. I
do think she made the mistake, along with my father, of having children either too soon or at all. They each had a lot of trauma which went unaddressed
before having children. They didn't think it through.
Our father is a vessel of anger and rage. My sister and I were texting the other day, laughing about this time when she had sent him a care package containing orzo, how it sent him into a rage because he didn't know was orzo was. My sister said something to the effect of being grateful we can laugh about a lot of it since we essentially didn't have parents. Hell, my sister signed my school report cards and wrote my sick letters, made my lunch when someone remembered to have food for us. Anyhow, I don't hate our father - he has hurt me so deeply, I
do wish for some kind of justice at times. But, nothing can unravel the knot of pain and hurt he has deliberately and delightfully inflicted on me.