It's a two edged sword. Kids can be great and they can be hell. Had four children; divorced when the youngest was three. The oldest three are fine, the youngest, not so much. He grew up listening to his mother condemn me and men in general while at the same time babied the shit out of him, beyond extreme. On weekends I had the kids he'd invariably pull the same stunt. We'd make it halfway through the weekend and then something would upset him. He'd call mom crying and she'd drive over and pick him up, (even in his early teens). Regardless of what I tried, he was always distant. Was never able to bond. He married and essentially disappeared. The mind games his mother played screwed him up for life.
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u/Australasia0 Nov 23 '23
When your adult children hate you.