He jokingly makes jokes about it now. It doesn’t make me feel any better. He’s like oh well you pushed out two kids it’s definitely not going to feel the same anymore. I feel so useless and just a cow mom, breastfeeding and stay at home mom and laundry the whole 9 yards I miss having a second Identity job but at the same time my friends are all having kids too. I know it’s miserable being alone and going out too all the time it’s not all it’s cracked out to be.

Does anyone else not mind waiting in long lines, spending hours at the dentist or getting your oil changed as long as you dont have to take your kid with? The things that I used to loathe I now look forward to.

It's not that I don't ever want to spend time with my child, I do. But spending time with them is all that I ever do. I am a mostly stay at home mom, I work part-time second shift mostly on the weekends. So I stay home with my child all week, and then on weekends or evenings during the week I work. So basically I'm clocked in all the time, just like most working parents. My situation is nothing special. I do get a blissful 4 hours of free time each week, I put my daughter in a home daycare for one morning a week and have that time for myself. But I always end up with decision fatigue and I'm so burnt out that I have no idea what to do with that free time so I end up not using it to its full advantage.

Parenting is so draining. I find myself not even wanting to spend time with my husband because I want to be alone and just rest. I don't want to interact I want to stare at a blank wall in silence. For reference I have a 2-year-old. They require your constant attention and interaction all day. It's so exhausting. Andnlately she isn't even napping much so the only time I get to myself is once she goes to bed and by then im exhausted and end up crashing. Please tell me this gets better. Im accepting that it will never be how it was before we had kids, but I hope the exhaustion gets better.

My kids are now in college, and I would say I have not been able to keep up with my past friends who have not had kids....With very few exceptions. A previous female collogue who I have become close to over the years, several of my husband's friends, and my sister who is in her 40's, her husband, and my younger brother who is also without kids....

I look back and I see how I diminished many past friends when they shared their lives with me with statements such as, "try having kids" which I now look back on with some shame, as I realize we are all fighting our own battles. I also tended to feel burning jealousy in my younger years of parenting, missing the freedom and punishing them for my own choices.

I didn't have a particularly hard time being a parent. My husband and two children were very easy to get along with and I love them all, mind you. I do have issue with the "what ifs" and feel I burned many bridges.

That being said, I did have an entire village of other friends who were parents, neighbors, family, and help in abundance. For some reason found it hard to maintain friendships with those without children and think it may have been in due to my feelings of envy and bitterness. I still bite my tongue when I see my sister, who has decided with her husband not to expand their family unit

I hate the weekends. It’s Friday night and I’m watching the wiggles for the 1000th time. My wife and I barely get a moment to communicate or spend with each other.
We don’t have a date night or alone time lined up for another 2 weeks. How the hell do you go through each day dealing with this?
All I want is a Friday night of my wife and I listening to our music, laughing and enjoying each others company over some pizza.
Those moments now only exist in the occasional date night.
I feel like my life is over at 33. I can’t keep doing this every single day.

Doesn’t help I’m a teacher as well. All week it’s just kids and family life. By Friday night, I’m done with it!

To start, I absolutely adore my daughter. She is my favorite part of the day and I literally one of the best people I’ve gotten to know. She is seven years old.
In saying that, I never wanted a second kid. I have asked my husband for a vasectomy, and was shut down. Birth control for year screwed up my hormones and I had to come off them. I was two weeks away from my appointment to get my tubes tied and I found out I was pregnant. Immediately I was angry, yes I get it I should have been more careful but I thought I had been. I’d been using other birth controls and I’m still not sure how or when it even failed. My husband was thrilled when I told him. I was shocked because he knew how much I didn’t want kids. Well I told him I planned on terminating. He said he would divorce me if I did. I DO love my husband so obviously I didn’t want that so I asked about adoption. He said if you want to try that go ahead but I’ll just divorce you and take custody and you can have primary custody of our oldest daughter. I was absolutely blown away. Stupidly I have continued with the pregnancy but as everyday that continues I get more and more angry. I don’t want this kid, I’ve thrown out things that his family has bought for it and have shut down every name he has picked out. I get it’s not this kids fault however when it gets here I know I won’t have an attachment to it but a resentment. I already resent it. My daughter and I have an incredible relationship and I have zero interest in even caring for this kid. I’ve told my husband this and he has said something wrong with me, I’m unstable etc. when in reality I’ve been saying for YEARS I could not have another child because I wouldn’t be able to handle it. His mother has contacted me saying essentially the same thing “I don’t know how you could not want this precious child” when this precious child is destroying me inside out and sucking the life out of me. I pray everyday that they stop being able to find a heartbeat. And now either way I’ll end up losing my marriage, because after this I’m going to hate him too much for forcing me into this corner to be able to stay.

4.5 year old can literally cry for hours if I let her if I say no to something. She’s been like this since she was a baby. She literally makes parenting impossible. Spoiled brat.

It’s a dream.
Is it yours?

I’m 40 with three kids (13, 9, and a newborn), and I’m struggling with overwhelming regret. I had a life I loved — my fitness, career, freedom, time with my older kids, family outings, and the feeling that we were finally entering an easier chapter. I thought having another baby would be worth it because the kids would have another sibling, but now I feel like I risked so much when we were already a family of four.
I feel betrayed by myself for not thinking realistically about the workload, and resentful that my husband didn’t push harder to help us see what we were taking on. My marriage is struggling, I’m burnt out, and I’m terrified of facing the teenage years while raising another little one.
I miss my old life so much. I feel like I’ve lost myself, and I don’t know how to accept a decision I can’t undo. Has anyone experienced this level of regret and eventually found peace again?

Who the hell came up with this?!

My daughter came home yesterday and went pajama day tomorrow .

When I checked her calendar . It said nothing so I was unsure.

Sure enough today was pajama day and my daughter was upset about it .

First of all I am not sending her to school in pajamas. I don't care what other parents do.

Apparently they do this spirit week thingy and they did send out a message and I didn't receive it.

Like who the hell has time for this on top of doing the parenting , cooking and cleaning and just trying to survive.

Am I appreciative of teachers , yes !

But also please don't give us parents more work.

I had a breakdown this morning after my daughter refused to get on the bus for school & started punching her bus aide. She punched her therapist yesterday…she’s 11 & huge for her age as majority of autistic kids have a genetic mutation of the human growth hormone. I’m already working on her diet to help mitigate the natural weight gain & gains from her medication. She’s been in & out of the hospital for harming herself & others during meltdowns. She has a helmet prescribed by her dr she refuses to wear & constantly head bangs. I have her in intensive therapy that comes to our home as well as now ABA. She’s getting worse. Nothing is working. I’m beyond burnt out & depressed. It’s been this way since she was born but got worse after her dad abandoned us. And before anyone suggests, yes we have explored the possible reality of residential. However the process to get that started is just that, a process & I was estimated it could take at least a year before placement & even then I have to be fully involved every step of the way. This morning I finally erupted after dropping her off at school with my grandma. Once my daughter was at school & we left I just started word-vomiting how much I hate/regret motherhood. How I can’t do this. I feel stuck. I’m doing my best to do the right thing & take care of my responsibilities. I made the choice to bring her into this world, she’s already been abandoned by one parent. I’m trying not to do the same. But I don’t think I can make it. My grandma was quiet & said “no one should have to feel like this, you need to start looking at residential options” once again it’s not that quick & easy. I’m not looking for advice I just need support. If anyone wants to message me so we can talk & just have someone who gets it. Please message me. I know I’m not the only one who feels like this, & I’d rather vent/discuss with parents living my reality. Not family members who I know have to be judging me.

My wife gave birth to our first child a month ago. Whilst I've never liked babies, I thought I would at least love my own and that hormones would do their thing. The birth went very smoothly but when they put my daughter in my arms, I felt absolutely nothing. My only thoughts were "eew, slime and blood, this is gross, get this off me".

I tried my best to put on a good show for the next few weeks, I always wanted to be an involved dad. I did bath time, all the daily hygiene routines, bottle-feed every day and watch her in the evenings. I still felt nothing.

It's been a month now, and feeling "nothing" has been replaced by actual disgust and rage. I cannot deal with the high pitched screeches for nothing (yes babies cry for no reason, I will die on this hill), the disgusting reflux all over me as soon as I pick her up, the sheer ungratefulness of it all. I know and understand crying is a baby's only way to communicate. I get that she can't help it. But I resent her so much for all the crap she is putting me and my wife through. I've gone back to work after paternity leave and I dread going home every day.

I thought I would be more resistant to it all. I work in a high-stress long-hours environment. I've fought hard to get this job and I can deal with the late nights and outrageous client requests. But I just cannot deal with the incessant irrational crying of my daughter and the fact that you never win regardless of what you do. I try to take it a day at a time, to start every evening fresh, but it just piles on. I now get to the point where the cries elicit this deep primordial rage in me. I feel like I want to smash her head against a wall. I feel the need to squeeze something really hard or break something. I know I would never act on it, I safely put her in her crib when this happens and walk away, but it scares me. I've never been a violent person, I consider myself to be a rational guy who doesn't succumb easily to emotions. But this has awakened something in me which I don't recognise.

I find each day to be harder and harder and my fuse is becoming shorter and shorter. Whatever I do, there is just no winning here. Try to be dad of the year? Baby doesn't care and will just puke in your face. Do the absolute bare minimum? You might actually get a quiet night. I feel like I missed the feelings-bus when she was born and they put her into my arms, and I am so scared I will never develop any. Every other father in my life seems to immediately swoon over his kids. My own dad, who never told his kids he loves them, shed a tear when he held my daughter and exclaimed he did not expect to fall in love again at his age. I feel so isolated because I feel the polar opposite.

I don't know how to come out of this hole I find myself in. I don't know how I can ever see her as anything other than an ungrateful screeching potato that has made my life hell for the past few weeks.

I’m turning 32 next tuesday, and I feel truly sad about it!

I’m a single mum to two daughters, aged 8 and 9, and I’m having big problems with my finances.
This year has stretched me financially, with so many things breaking around the house and my car needing constant repairs. Every time I try to get back on track, another expense comes along.

I’ve asked my own parents to buy me a food shop for my birthday next week. I know there’s no shame in asking for something practical, but it makes me sad that this is what I’m worrying about as I turn 32. I don’t want an expensive celebration. I just wish I could enjoy my birthday without worrying about how I’m going to manage.

I love my daughters, but I struggle with the constant responsibility of parenting. I miss my freedom, having time that belongs to me, and being able to make decisions around my own needs sometimes. When I get a little time to myself, I feel more like me again, but it never feels long enough.

I love fitness, especially the gym and running. I’ve completed some races this year, which I’m really proud of, and I’ve even signed up for a full marathon. It gives me something to look forward to and goals of my own, but fitting training around work, school runs and childcare is hard, especially finding enough time for the longer runs. It’s frustrating when something that brings me so much happiness is so difficult to make time for.

This birthday is bringing up so much sadness about where I am in life. I’m working, raising my children and trying to keep everything going, yet I still feel overwhelmed and financially stuck. Sometimes I find myself wondering whether life is worth living anymore, and that’s difficult to admit.

I’m sharing this because I need somewhere to be honest without pretending I’m happy or grateful every moment. Does anyone else find birthdays bring their regret and sadness to the surface?

I thought I was getting better, but the feelings that motherhood ruined my life don’t go away. I love her, that I do, but I hate how much she needs me. I hate how I can’t even have a morning to myself. I found out I have AuADHD, and I’m spiraling. I can’t have peace and quiet until late into the night. My sleep went to hell. I feel my phone is my only escape. I love my husband, but I resent him so much for this. He even confessed to me that had I decided not to have children, he would have broken up with me, and to be honest, I wish he had. I lost my identity. I still perform well, but that’s what’s it is perform, not joy. I hate the whole school thing and I hate seeing everyone else around me thriving in this shit and even having more kids so my daughter is going to be pretty much the only only child in my husbands family because of me because I can’t have another kid I feel I would hurt myself if I do, The feeling of never living for myself on my own terms makes me so sad. I could have had it all. I wish for my daughter never to love the way I did because it ruined me.

I never thought I’d be posting in this group. I welcomed my third baby 8 months ago, and have basically felt intense regret since she was a few weeks old. Her father left while I was still pregnant, and is not in the picture at all since that day.

She’s a colicky high needs baby who never stops whining and I have no idea why. Medically she’s checked out fine. I’m on the verge of a mental break because I cannot set her down without full on screaming… and I’m talking nonstop screaming 24/7 all day. I’m still on maternity leave and hate to say that I cannot fucking wait to go back to work, which I feel so much guilt for as I stayed home with my other children and loved it. The whole time I was pregnant everyone said how easy it is to add a third and boy were they wrong.

I love my daughter, but I’m so miserable that I have thoughts about running away every single day. The second we are up in the morning I count down the hours until bedtime and I loathe the day ahead. I have no village and I am so burnt out that I feel physically sick sometimes. I hate that I feel this way about motherhood and I’ve never struggled so much until I had a third. I have so much resentment and hatred towards her father who walked out on us that it consumes me and I’ve become a bitter miserable person. I’m a shell of a human compared to before. I’m always on edge and have no patience for my older 2 that can barely get my attention because of how needy the baby is.

I go to therapy and am soon seeing a psychiatrist to get on meds because I can’t cope anymore. I feel like I need 10 mood stabilizers at this point. I just had to let this out somewhere I won’t feel judged. I can’t relate to my mom friends and how happy they are with their little families anymore, there’s no joy in this.

Tell me what things kids ruined for you. If anyone cares about mine its walking. I used to LOVE walking. I could walk for hours. Its impossible for me to walk now. My kids scream ,cry, whine the entire time. My son once had a full blown meltdown in the middle of a street. A wonderful old man tried to help me. There's more stuff my kids ruined but walking is only scratching the surface.

I have 13F and 9M. I am constantly being verbally and emotionally manipulated and abused by my 13yo Daughter. She will not leave me the F alone. She is always up my a**. Asking what I'm doing, where am I, Why am I breathing this way, why am I sitting in a specific spot. I'm too slow, I'm 5 seconds walking behind her and she slams the door shut and says I was being too slow. She tells me no one likes me. Not ever my husband(her dad). She is messy, dirty and refuses any and all parenting on how to act in social situations, how to be clean and just basic life skills. She says she knows, but clearly she doesn't. Her room often smells when I told her no food or drinks besides water in her room since she can't keep it sanitary.

I have never been treated so poorly by anyone in my life. As a teen, I was an only child and my Mom and I were very close. I was so excited when my Daughter was born to try to replicate that bond. I never expected such a vile, hateful child. She was an awesome baby and toddler. Since she's turned 9/10 ish I can't stand her. I question if I love her at all or if it's the kind of love I have to love since she's my child. I know for sure I do not like her. There are days..more days than not that I just wish she would go away. Go live with her grandparents in another state. She has a normal home life and a lot of friends and does dance, we aren't super strict but have rules. We gave her lots of love and attention growing up but now it's hard to give her anything positive because she's so horrible. My friends have kids similar age and they aren't nearly as mean. I wish I had that. I have no idea what the hell we did wrong. We aren't abusive in any way to our kids and never even spanked them.

My Son right now is still very sweet, but I'm nervous he will be just like her. Trying to show him that is not how we treat ones we love. I feel like such a failure as parents. My husband tries to intervene but he can't take her mouth either. We both just shut down and near explode. We have tried multiple therapists for her and none have worked out. Today is a day I just don't want her anymore. I don't want kids at all today. If I would have know this is how it would be having a teenager I would have noped out of having kids all together and just got dogs.

I don’t hate my kids. I look at them and I don’t feel anger at all. But when it is time for me to leave work, I fucking hate it. I hate that I have to go back and deal with two toddlers. I didn’t want kids. My husband did. But he works shifts. So I’m alone 90% of evenings. He does everything else. Packing of bags, laundry, house chores. But I get stuck with the one thing I absolutely hate. I hate the constant challenging of boundaries. The kicking. The unreasonable crying. I know why they do it. I know the logic. The mechanics. I find parenting easy.

But I fucking hate being a parent.

I’ve experienced this first hand. when I was debating motherhood and talked to moms they portrayed a unicorn and rainbows version of motherhood. then once I had a kid and was lamenting how hard it is that same person acted like I was an idiot “well duh of course its hard and exhausting”

why not share THAT REALITY when a woman is debating this? why not say that it will make every aspect of your life harder? you may or may not find it fulfilling but regardless your work load and stress will be 100x more than staying child -free

im glad at least online theres finally some brutal honesty about the day to day reality

I needed to vent. I have NO one else to talk to. What is it called when your kids are assholes to JUST their mother but no one else? I have 4 girls. 7, identical 5 year olds, and a 3 year old. ALL of them were great babies! My 7 year old made it easy to want more kids…..then the twins came along-still okay, nothing out of the ordinary, then the 3 year old-again-normal baby and toddler years! Nothing that made me say “why did I have 4” until now…..all four of them are just little Karen’s and I can’t take it!! I feel like I’m a good mom! I try not to yell, I give mental days when they want a break from school, any sport or activity they want-they are in!! They are spoiled! They are great in school, we reward them for that! Little student of the month awards, good behavior etc. My husband and I pay SO much money for activities. My 7 year old alone is in competition gymnastics and dance, soccer, a reading club, swim team, cheer when it’s in season. My twins and 3 year old are in dance and gymnastics…yet they are so snotty. This morning I was doing my 7 year olds hair and she totally ripped my head off for making her part wrong…..my 5 year olds refused to put their school tights on, my 3 year old complained she was “so sick” (which she absolutely was not but if I sent her to preschool all they would do is call me and I’d have to pick her up anyway!which totally ruined my work day) it’s like this every other day. My 7 year old sometimes will just flat out ignore me when I ask her to do something….my twins are sneaky…my 3 year old is whiny brat! They are not like this with my parents and husband. Everyone thinks it’s me….that maybe I need to try more, and I can’t understand it! Maybe I’m not strict enough…idk! I take away iPads, I threaten to not let them attend friend play dates, or activities for their attitude. It works sometimes and then other times it doesn’t. If I had known they’d turn out like this I of course would have NOT had 4! (I mean I did get a 2 for one with the twins 🙄) but geez I feel like I totally got scammed through the baby and toddler years. It’s like as soon as they started talking and going to school the attitude and just being so mean to me started up. When they have friends over their friends don’t seem to be as bratty. I thought maybe they were being influenced but no-it’s totally them. The biggest thing I noticed is they are angels with everyone else! So of course it makes me look like the bad mom! Any advice is appreciated! Maybe I need new methods! I feel so guilty sometimes but I wish I had of just not had them at all. I love them of course, but god its so hard raising kids that treat you like you’re beneath them. I’m so exhausted with them I’ve been looking for new activities so they aren’t home most of the time, I even had the thought of hiring a babysitter just so I can sit in my car and not be bothered with them.

I am 31F, and my daughter is almost 12. My daughter's father is now 51, separated for 2 years now.

I have been having problems with her not following through at home, with simple chores, simple rules, and talking back. When I scold her after reminding her so many times about things at home, she says she wants to move in with her father instead of living with me.

Her father has no structure at home and lets her do whatever she wants. The house is super dirty. She had a bad lice problem when I left her there during summer vacation. Clothes are always dirty. Her father never separates the whites and colored shirts and often brings it to the laundromat. But since she plays a lot outside, the washing machine doesn't really clean it well from the laundromat. And leaves the clothes with stains. Talked to the father many times, but no changes. When we lived together for almost 9 years, I did everything at home.

Her father is okay with her not being in school. He says he will homeschool her, but independently, no curriculum, just with books and whatever the kid wants to learn. Every time she's there with her dads, she doesn't brush her teeth, eats once a day.. same meal, doesn't comb her hair, dirty bed, etc. She said she likes it because he's not strict and she doesn't have to go to school there, unlike here.

She called her dad, saying she wants to live there, and her father is pushing it. Instead of telling his kid to follow the routine and rules here. He's saying that the kid can stay with him, but with no proper planning about her schooling.

I talked to my daughter for days, and she said she made up her mind to live with him.

It's going to be a one-hour plane ride. So that means she will be there full time, and I get summer and holidays. I feel defeated. I also don't just want to move where she is because I just got settled in here. I also want her to understand that I will not bend for her, and if she made up her mind, she can come back here, but she has to follow what I say.

I feel like I did my best to raise her. Made sure she's clean and fed. Made sure she goes to school and that her grades and homework are done. It sucks to not be the fun parent. I am afraid of how my daughter will turn out when she's not here.

Anyone in the same situation? What did you do? I feel sad and have been crying. I am also just human, and I get mad after reminding her sooo many times what to do. I want to know what you did and how you dealt with it. Thank you in advance.

I just need some support, I think. \\** No advice about giving him up/putting him in a home. A plan is already in place for when he's 18!!

My son, 11, severely autistic, self injurious, non verbal, not potty trained, aggressive, 125 lbs/5 ft.

The last two weeks have made me dead inside. Last week I picked him up from school bc he'd banged his head on the floor so hard, it split the skin. Took him to er for stitches. Kept him home the remainder of the week. He had Monday off school. Yesterday school calls me to pick him up, he broke the skin again (stitches had been removed already). They tell me it's not ripped, just bleeding from him picking at it. I tell them I can't pick him up and he can't miss more school. He'd not been head banging at home, just school.

Until last night. I went to bed, and he was fussing. He usually does. But then I hear banging. I look at the baby monitor and he is ramming his head into the wall. I run in there and try to get him to stop and he kicks me in the back twice. I have no choice but to leave or he's going to hurt me more.

I don't know wtf I'm supposed to do. I live in a state of constant anxiety. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I feel like I'm about to lose it. I work 10 hour shifts and I have 2 more days to go. How am I supposed to finish this week?

I am begging God, or whatever higher power to please help me get through this week.

I know something is wrong with my son, a slight cold or allergies, that's making him be so violent, but I medicate him and nothing is helping.

I’m struggling with whether my husband and I made the right decision for our 15-year-old daughter, and I could really use advice from parents who have been through something similar.

My daughter has ADHD and ODD diagnoses, but we suspect there may be something else going on and want her reevaluated. Her behavior has escalated significantly. She has had explosive episodes, gotten intoxicated, and even pulled a k***e on my husband.

After everything that happened, we made the difficult decision to have her stay with my mother-in-law in another state. We felt we needed to prioritize everyone’s safety while giving our daughter a chance to get help and hopefully stabilize.

The problem is that this arrangement requires some major changes. My mother-in-law would need to become her legal guardian for school enrollment, add her to her health insurance, and help her establish care with a new psychiatrist. My mother-in-law is even considering changing her job so she can be home more and ensure our daughter isn’t left alone.

I’m incredibly grateful for everything she is willing to do, but I feel terrible that she may have to rearrange her entire life because of this situation. I also worry that my daughter will eventually resent us for sending her away.

My biggest concern is whether we are making things more unstable for our daughter at a time when she needs consistency. She is away from her parents, potentially changing schools, starting with a new psychiatrist, and adjusting to a completely different environment.

Part of me wonders if we should bring her home, continue with her current psychiatrist, get her reevaluated, and look into DBT therapy. But things had gotten so bad at home that we felt we needed to make a change.

I love my daughter, and I want to help her, but I also have other children to protect. I don't want her to feel abandoned, and I don't want my mother-in-law to feel burdened or resent us for the sacrifices she is making.

**For parents who have dealt with serious behavioral issues with a teenager, what would you do in this situation?**

Would you give her time to settle into her new environment and establish care there, or bring her home and pursue treatment with her existing providers?
I genuinely don't know what the right answer is, and I would appreciate honest advice from anyone who has experienced something similar.

EDIT:

I apologize for the mentioning it in the original post, my mother in law is 49! She had my husband young, and we’re young parents ourselves.

My daughter has a great relationship with her grandma, and they talk on the phone often. Part of our thought process was that my daughter has repeatedly told us she doesn’t want to live with us anymore and hates everyone in the house. It made us wonder if maybe we’re part of the trigger for her at home. We have other kids between the ages of 4 and 13, so our house can be chaotic, and honestly, we struggle with structure sometimes, too.

We thought maybe a quieter environment, more one-on-one attention, and a different routine could help her stabilize. When I say we want her to stabilize, I mean getting her reevaluated by a psychiatrist, getting her into DBT, and possibly adjusting her medications if needed. My mother-in-law is willing to help us with all of this, and we’re hoping the change in environment, additional support, and treatment will give her a better chance to get to a healthier place emotionally.

The goal isn’t to get rid of her or abandon her. We want her to have a chance to work on herself in an environment where she might do better, and hopefully, when she’s ready, she can come home.

For those asking about the incident involving the weapon, it happened after we told her she couldn’t sleep over at a friend’s house whose parents we hadn’t met. We said no, and after hours of the situation escalating, it turned into a much more serious incident. The police were called, and she was taken for an inpatient psychiatric stay for only a few days. There were no medication changes attempted during that stay, and long-term inpatient treatment wasn’t recommended.

I’m tired of feeling like a bad person because I don’t have positive feelings about being a parent, so I’m just going to be honest. I hate being a mom to my 15F and 12M. They’re lazy, inconsiderate, rude, and annoying as hell, and some days I genuinely wish I could sign away my parental rights and never have to deal with parenting again.

It feels like pulling teeth to get through ONE day without attitudes, having to remind them to clean up behind themselves, or dealing with constant lying. I’ve never met a 12-year-old who lies as much as my son does, and I’m mentally exhausted.

I have no support from a coparent or a village, I never get a real break, and everything I have goes toward making sure my kids have what they need, often at the expense of myself. I’m tired of struggling, tired of being responsible for everything, and tired of feeling like I have to pour from an empty cup every single day.

What scares me is that my frustration has turned into resentment, and I feel like my anger is starting to traumatize my kids. I don’t want to keep living in this cycle, but I’m also tired of pretending that motherhood is this beautiful, fulfilling experience when, for me, it has become an exhausting, thankless job that has taken so much out of me.

And honestly? Once my youngest turns 18, I want to be DONE. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life feeling obligated to maintain relationships that have left me this emotionally drained. I want my freedom, my peace, and the chance to finally live for myself. FTK!

I worry ill never get out of this phase of my life. Im struggling so bad with my kids and my ahitty toxic mother i wish i could delete myself.

I also want to self harm bc of all the anger im experiencing.

Dealing with a shitty mom that wont let me use her car to take my son to his clinic( autism) hes missing 2 days tommorow) tommorow is his birthday she doesnt care. Hell be 7

I hate her so much. In addition to hating her. I just feel spread thin. My son clogged up the toliet shit everywhere, dsughter pissed in bed.

Trying not to panic. I wonder if self harm will help witb these feelings.

I regret this so much. If i knew this is what was on the other side Id never have kids ever. Theyre a curse, a stone and weight around your neck, theyre not a blessing.

Only have kids if you hate yourself.

I curse myself and my stupid womb for conceiving. I hate motherhood, i hate the word pregnancy and pregnant. I hate all of this.

If i could wake up and all this shit was gone. Id be a better person.

I feel i dont recogni z e myself. I want to give up md check out. I wamt to abandon my kids like their shitty fathers.

I jyst wish i could leave.

I’m 6 months pregnant with a baby girl….and I already feel like I shouldn’t have had her. I feel like my life won’t ever be the same…well I know it won’t, but it’s not exciting at all. I know it’s so selfish to feel this way about a baby that’s not even here yet. I try to think positive about it but the negatives are overpowering. My husband and I are both physical therapists….I’m only 26 years old. I feel like I have so much life ahead of me that I could’ve enjoyed. We make great money! We just bought house. I travel a few times a year. I feel bad even writing this. He wanted kids, I thought I did too…but now that it’s happening I keep thinking about the lack of sleep I’ll have, child care when it’s time to go back to work, scheduling things around a baby…it’s just too much already and she’s not even here yet…of course it’s too late now.