What was the most awful thing your parent or parents did to you?

Tortured

nothing awful.

(Dad) beat my Mom in front of me.
(Mom) take me to bars with her.

oh let us not even go there...

Oh, you just got me started...

Well, for starters, lets go...

My dad always watched over my little sis, and I'm NOT saying this outta jealousy, you can ask her, she will tell you what I am saying is true.

On my 15th birthday I asked my dad for $40 for a system my friend was going to sell to me, and he said no, a couple hours later he took off. Now before I go any further, you have to know that I was gone for a year, (that is a WHOLE other story) and my lil sis left my prized bike outside to rust., Ok, now to the rest of the story, 5 hours later my dad drove up with a kick arse bike in the back of his truck! YAY! A new bike, and god knows I needed it. I ran outside smiling, jumping up and down, my lil sis was behind me complaining that she wanted one, ( you know, since she ruined my last one, she didnt have a bike to ride anymore) I ran to the back of the truck, and when dad ran out I screamed, "Thank you, thank you, just what I wanted!" and he goes to the back to lift the bike up and onto the ground, rolls it to my lil sis and says, "It's not for you, it's for her." Then, as if he felt bad, he gave me a $10 bill and told me to walk to the store and pick him up a 12 pack of pepsi.

They're both long since gone from my life. My mom passed when I was 16, my dad about 15 years ago. They weren't perfect, but I think they did the best they could with what they had. When they're no longer with you, ya tend to hang onto the good and let go of the bad, at least that is how it is for me.

My father ignored me. Then, when he decided to take an interest it was to kick me out of the house in minus forty-below weather (mom was out at a Bible study). It took me two hours to get to my Aunts house, four more hours after that for my toes feel again.

I was lucky I didn't loose them...Dad did this often, he also smacked me in the face a few times pretty good too.

When I was between the ages of 8 and 10, my dad used to throw me against the walls, then on my back in front of my lil sis. He then spent all of the money I earned, (long story) on himself and his weed addiction. He built a room for me, but then took it over. He took me out of counseling, put me in girl scouts and whenever it was time for us to acctually do something fun, he would make me quit. He kicked me outta soft ball, (and the only reason why I was in softball was to lose weight, cuz I was tired of my dad calling me a fat ass) because he didnt feel like picking me up, but when my lil sis joined cheerleading, he would be there everyday to pick her up, even if it was a game that wasn't home.

He would take off on me in the middle of the night to go to the bars when I was 8. He made me make my own breakfast which was usually, Ramen, instant mashed potatoes, or mac and cheese, and I was lucky to get dinner. He wouldnt' let me visit my Grama (who is my savior) because my lil sis was jealous. (Even though she had a grama and grapa of her own. (I was the only child in my fam with one set of grandparents. My Aunt wouldnt let me hang out with her, BECAUSE my dad is my dad, and if I ever got to hang out with her kids, she would purposely leave me out of things, like take the kids to the beach, I would have to sit at home.

When my dad drove me to the airport, (which is four hours from home, I was moving to another state) he got lost and blamed it on me. He screamed, NOT YELLED, SCREAMED at me; "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOUR SUCH A F*CKING LOSER! YOUR LIFE IS WORTHLESS! I WISH YOUR MOTHER WOULD HAVE HAD AN ABORTION WITH YOU! WHY ARE YOU CRYING?! YOU F*CKING B*TCH! YOU WILL DO NOTHING WITH YOUR LIFE!! I HOPE YOU KILL YOURSELF!! YOU SHOULD JUMP OUT OF THE TRUCK RIGHT NOW AND GET IT OVER WITH! I HOPE YOU DIE! YOU STUPID FAT B*TCH!!

Oh man, I can keep going....

Yeah, I'm with you Jasmine with regards to my Dad anyway.


The worst thing my mom did to me was tell me I'm telling your father as soon as he gets home......hours before he would get home. The fear knotted my stomach up the entire time. And when he got home it would be that big, thick, black, 3 inch, leather belt across my bare butt and legs. All I ever had to do was cross the wrong street or even just make my mom angry. But that wasn't the worst thing my father did, I'm not going there.

Spare the rod and spoil the child? Yeah right, the only thing being on the receiving end of the rod taught me was that it's wrong to hit your children. No child should have to go to school and not even be able to sit in their desk because of the pain they are in from the beating inflicted upon them by a supposedly loving parent.

well, one thing was- telling my sister's, my brother and myself at a very young age- "You kid's are to be seen not heard" (we were afraid to speak!)

No child should be afraid that your crazy mother was going to call the cops on you for some made up crap. (in the mean time she is on the other side of the country calling the cops) Also, you shouldnt have to hide from class mates because your mother called and told them that my dad was going to come to the school with a bomb. (My dad was on the other side of the country, at home, high, he had no clue what was going on. She did that twice, my class mates thought I was as crazy as her, and tried to beat me up.

Sorry to hear you went through all that.

The worst?
LOL LMFAO!
I don't even remember the absolute worst.

But, it turned to good use. The Nam war was a cake walk, compared to childhood.

Thank you! There is a lot more than that, it would just take all night. Oh, and he never touched me in that way, just in case any one was wondering, he wasnt' like that. At least, right!? lol.

Oh well, thank goodness he at least he spared you that...Geez what a c*nt your dad sounds like.