“Unbelievable Confessions: 41 Wild Secrets Unleashed After a Night of Too Many Drinks!”
When I was 10, my parents divorced. Mom took us to Cabo for Christmas and got white girl wasted at the pool bar at our hotel. This old dude kept buying my mom drinks and I voiced my concern. Old dude laughed at me for trying to stop him.
After a while, my mom floats over to me and proceeds to tell me that I’m her favorite child and that she never really liked my brother. Tried to tell her she didn’t mean it, but she just kept saying I was her favorite child. Weirdly f****d me up as a kid.
When I was 9 or 10, my dad woke me up in the middle of the night. He was sitting on the foot of my bed and he’d had a few. He was a single father—my mom died when I was very young and my siblings all moved out—and when he noticed I was awake, he just looked at me and said, “You know…I just want you to know that my life would have been so much easier if you were never born.”
Then he got up and left the room, lol.
Edit: Thanks, everyone, for the heartfelt concern. To just provide a blanket response, this was my reply for someone on this thread, and I just wanted to put it here for for both the “screw that guy” and “how are you now” folks:
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