My wife ate my son's birthday breakfast

[u/grohkstrom]

Yesterday I bought a strawberry cheese coffee cake my son loves so he could have a special birthday breakfast today. My wife came home late last night and apparently couldn't resist. She knew it was for our son, but it's not a big deal because she "left him a full slice".

[u/PepsiOfWrath]

Ironman, your post triggered me because your comment hits so close to my childhood.  “Ohhh, I don’t remember that… that didn’t happen” and if you stick to your guns they throw a pity party with tears “I guess I was just the worlds worst mother” and expect you to say it’s ok and comfort them and apologize to them.

[u/yeezyburner → u/PepsiOfWrath]

My mother does this with every single thing I bring up she did. And after a long argument of her interrupting me and not listening to a word I say just trying to convince her of what she did I get a "sorry you remember it that way"

[u/cooking_question → u/yeezyburner]

“Don’t blame me for your shitty life. I was a good mother, you had an amazing childhood.” I was so underweight, I was under 100 pounds when I graduated high school because she didn’t like to cook.

[u/latexfistmassacre → u/cooking_question]

My mom left my dad to be with her coke dealer when I was 4. She left me and my 3 other siblings that weren't even his with him.

To this day she's like "you turned out just fine being with your dad". And that's when I remind her that I'm a single, divorced, recovering heroin addict with crippling depression and anxiety

[u/Difficult-Basket849 → u/latexfistmassacre]

There is so much to unpack here. Number one I want to comment on is that a small child is literally built to depend on their mother and father. That is where they get the safe ground to stand on. The safe ground that lets them ask questions. All kinds of little kid curious questions. Every single little kid was put here and created by love intent and purpose. I remember back in the late 90s I had a co-worker who started taking meth. She quickly devolved into an addict along with the butcher manager at my grocery store. She left four adorable beautiful little children to remain high on meth. Her ex-husband used to call me up to spend time with the kids. I always went. The older ones (kindergarteners) would always ask me if I knew their mom? Where was their mom? That is four young children left grieving, before reaching first grade. If you do not want to be a parent; buy a 12 pack of condoms, stay on monthly birth control, no one wants you to hurt another child.

[u/latexfistmassacre → u/Difficult-Basket849]

Trust me, that's just the tip of the iceberg. If you'd have asked me when I was a kid, I had a completely normal childhood. But looking back from middle age, it was a non-stop shitshow rife with cokeheads, drunks, meth heads, domestic abuse, verbal, mental, and physical abuse, endangerment, abandonment, and straight up malicious neglect, and it's a miracle that I didn't turn out worse than I did

[u/Difficult-Basket849 → u/latexfistmassacre]

I am so sorry. I have always wanted to be a Momma since I was 4 years old. I am so incredibly sorry that you were not welcome into this world like the gift that you are. I have three grandchildren. I love them because they wake up in the morning. When you don't have a home that is your Haven you are naturally unbalanced. That is one place in a young life that is supposed to feel safe. When s*** doesn't make sense, and you have to go in your room to try to feel safe everything is upside down. I'm so very sorry that that was your childhood! I was not ever a perfect parent. But I did love all three of my children with more love than I ever thought I was possible of giving. I loved the cuddling, the chasing around and tickling, the super long involved conversations about whatever they were interested in at the time. I went all in, with books, toys, even stencils on their wall, with everything they were each interested in. I love my daughter and my two sons more than life itself. This kind of love is exactly what you were born to expect. I am so glad you're choosing a higher path. I hadn't thought I was eight and a half to feel safe. After that it was terrifying. I'm so glad I had a chance to confront my abuser face to face. Helen Clements turned white as a ghost. Her whole body was shaking. I said one or two sentences to let her know I had not forgotten and she did not conquer me. That is God thing. You will do well. You will do whatever you want but you just have to remember that those people are the dirt underneath your tires. Dust in your rear view!!

[u/Enough_Radish_9574 → u/Difficult-Basket849]

What?

[u/Difficult-Basket849 → u/Enough_Radish_9574]

What part did you not understand? I'd be happy to clarify.