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Cupcake
Student
- Apr 8, 2018
- 121
My children make me want to CTB. They are sesrious suicide fuel for me. I hate, hate, HATE being a mom, and somsetimes even hate them, particularly my five and a half year old. She's so argumentative, and nothing's ever good enough. I always try to be nice to her, get her little treats, and she always finds fault with whatever I do or something to argue with me about. Supposedly this is normal five year old behavior, but I hate it! I feel that all they do, my children, is scream and cry. Parenting is a thankless task, and I often find myself wishing they would all just go away forever, or that I would get the courage to go away forever. Fortunately, they don't live with me, they live with their dad. When I moved out, I thought it would help me be a better mom because I'd be away from them so much, but it hasn't hhelped. If anything, I'm getting even more impatient with them with time, not less. I also hate how my partner acts like our eldest child's "shit don't stink" sort of thing. He never corrects her when she talks back to him. In fact, she hits him, shouts at him constantly, does mean things she knows she's not supposed to do, all the while saying "I'm ruining it!", referring to his coat or shirt or whatever she's trying to stretch out and rip or mark up with her markers or whatever. And, all the while, he just says in this calm, defeated way "We don't hit," when she hits him, but he doesn't do time-outs or really punish her in any way other than making her take long walks to try and calm down. Which sometimes works, but not really. Whenever I try to impose a consequence, like a time-out, he over-rides me. He also refers to them as "my kids," meaning his kids, whenever he talks about them, and even though I don't really like them, nor did I even want to have them, it still hurts my feelings because they are "our" kids, and didn't I carry their bratty asses in my belly for nine months? Don't I deserve SOME bit of recognition? He knew I never wanted kids, that I had them for him, and yet he acts like I had no roll in any of it. True, he does all the work in terms of caring for them, but I am the one who financially supports all of us on my tiny social security check. Whenever they want to go to the city to play or go out to eat or to Chucky Cheese or whatever, I never say no unless I'm completely out of money and physically can't afford it. I deprive myself of all sorts of things so they can have fun and scrounge what happiness can be found in this life, and still I'm not recognized or appreciated for what I do. Or, at least that's how I feel, and it hurts. I'm so done! I want out! Someone, please just fucking kill me already! How come there are so many shootings these days and I haven't been near or at an event where one took place? I wish that the person who ran me over with their car had been going faster and had just finished me. Then I wouldn't have to CTB, it would have just been a horrible accident, and people would have gotten over it much better than they probably will if I ever stop being such a fucking chicken shit and CTB already. Anyway, thanks for reading. I'm expecting some negative reactions from members, primarily because so many on here have bad parents, so that's fine. Bring on the hate! I just had to let it out, I have no one to talk to about this who will actually understand, and maybe none of you will, either, but oh fucking well. I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?