link here I hate cancer. I hate that cancer took away my dad. I hate when my friends complain about how much they hate their parents because they should fell lucky to have a dad. I hate how jealous I feel when I see my friends with their dads. I hate how tonight at my school there is a father daughter dance. I hate that I have to go because I am on student council. I hate that everyone will be dancing with their fathers to my dads favorite song and I will sit there, all alone. Dec 29 8:20 PM UTC
link here I hate people who breed irresponsibly. I saw some 500lbs woman on TV wanting to be the fattest woman alive at 1000lbs, and that both she and her husband love her fat and how she didn't care about her obesity and developing serious health problems. That's horrible enough, but, "live and let live". What kills me is that she had recently given birth to a child. Thanks to this waste of space woman, an innocent child will have to face unnecessary obstacles like bullying, diabetes, and maybe witnessing losing her mother!
Then, I watched a TV court case about a couple that had a baby diagnosed with cystic fibrosis, not knowing they were both carriers of that gene. Nothing could be done about that, so, fine. BUT even after being advised by the doctor that any other kid they have after the first WILL also suffer from CF, they had ANOTHER child! This is a serious and terminal disease!
Goddamn you! THIS is why most genetic diseases exist! Why would you deliberately hinder a child's quality of life by your lack of judgement and common sense?! Dumb single moms and girls who give their kids "unique" names are just as guilty. Well, all parents in general are selfish. Every single reason why people breed is selfish. I hate you people so much... Mar 7 2:00 AM UTC
link here I hate how its aparently MY responsibility to tell on my friends who are drinking. I can't stop them, and if I told theyd just hate me. Let the parents catch their own darling angels, not me. Nov 24 3:07 AM UTC
link here I hate how no one uses cutlery properly! When I was little my parents taught me how to hold them (base of the utensil in the palm of the hand, index finger extended along the back, other fingers gripping the underside of the handle) and I never anyone would be so stupid as to use them any differently. I mean its way more efficient to use them right rather than stabbing at your food with a knife and fork held in your uneducated slobby fists. When I eat dinner with a friend for the first time It makes me sick to watch them pathetically try to cut and scoop food into their mouths in various incorrect, ineffecient (though creative) ways. Yet again I am dissapointed that here is another person I'll never be able to truly respect. I lose even more respect for their lazy useless parents. In fact its the one criterion for a girlfriend I'd never back down on. It just fills me with so much hate! Jul 26 11:46 PM UTC
link here i hate politics in sports. I hate how coaches say the hardest working players will get to play. you know what? i ran my butt off day after day and i did not get to start on my baseball team. Yet, i know i could have easily done just as well as the other players. The coach just happens to play the players whose parents he is closest with. stupid politics in sports May 25 9:11 AM UTC
link here I'm in college now, and this should be all over for me; I should be able to move on and enjoy my life, but my parents keep ruining it. Neither my mother or my father have ever been actual parents to me. My mother had past drug prescription problems, and my father was an alcoholic manipulative dick.
I fucking hate both of them. They divorced when I was around five but insisted on dragging me in the middle, and I've had to put up with so much shit that it's been fucking legendary. Over the years, all the things I could never do because they selfishly mismanaged money has really affected me. I could never go on outings with my friends, I rarely ever got the things I actually needed, and most of all beyond money, I never got any actual support from either.
My father remarried when I was around seven and let the bitch that was my stepmother yell and cuss and generally emotionally abuse me until she told me to get the fuck out of her. The irony? Out of all of her kids, I was the only ONE, her non-biological child, to give a fuck about her welfare after her MS set in.
Meanwhile, my own mother is too busy being with her friends, drinking, smoking marijuana, and gambling to give a fuck about me. We'd go without food and a car for fucking ages because she'd spend her money on unimportant shit. I know she went through a lot of problems with my dad in her marriage- he whored around rampantly and really, pretty much turned me against her, but really it didn't take much. I hate how both of my parents always try to twist and turn and manipulate how I feel; they always send me on fucking guilt trips but have never given me the love and support I've needed.
Now I'm nineteen. My senior year royally imploded because my father contracted an STD of some sort and insisted on buying a mail-order bride because no one in our city was willing to sleep with him any longer. He goes ballistic over this whore insisting I put her above my own mother, and on the flip side my mom and I start to actually get involved in each other's lives again. My childhood has really been one long convoluted story of being stretched and pulled...So, I'm somewhere between forgiving my mother, and my dad goes off the fucking deep end, sometime last month he attacked me, like attempted to strangle me, for me addressing how he treats me. I blacked his eye and ran for the door, but things haven't been much better with my mother either now.
I live in a dorm- thank god, but she constantly fucks up money, and then runs over to me to bail her out. What little fucking money I do have, I need! So, I give her money- sometimes my every last cent, and she swears it's going to her rent or getting our car fixed, but then I call her up...and where the fuck is she? Out gambling...
Then she'll call me all depressed the next few days later, and say how I don't do anything for her, how bad a daughter I am, and how irresponsible I am when I'm living on ramen noodles and fruit cups because I just gave you my last dollar which you gambled away. And this is rich, whenever she gets money... Guess where it goes? She'll give it my older sister, who has a job and is equally irresponsible rather than paying me back. She'll fucking give money away to people at the casino to play and insists I play too, and gets mad if I just want to you know pocket the money for a rainy day instead... My sister is a bitch I can't stand too. She's easily pushing 300 lbs and has two kids with this greasy fuck who's always on and off again employed. She's always criticising me and being such a diva and acting like I get special treatment when the money I struggle to keep, my mother literally hands to her so she go out eat like a fucking pig with her fat family.
I can't fucking stomach either of my parents.
My Dad is a physically and emotionally abusive ass-hole who while I struggled to get the money to go to college, getting scholarships and grants, sends thousands of dollars overseas to whores. My mother refuses to get a job and insists on sponging on what little I have, and she's just as emotionally abusive. I'm a nearly straight A student...I've been that way since fucking high-school, and I'm the only one in my entire god-damn family with a modicum of responsibility, and it makes me fucking sick how my parents are such huge absolute zeroes in my life. May 4 12:01 AM UTC
link here I hate that I found a cut up straw with coke in my pocket. I hate that I know it's my mom's and she was wearing this jacket earlier. I hate that my mom tells me never to do drugs when she is always smoking pot in the bathroom. I hate that she ignores that my sister is practically dropping out of school. I hate that she ignores that my brother is selling pot and drinking in his locked bedroom. I hate that when something goes wrong with them she acts like I'm her confidant and tells me she doesn't know what she did wrong. I hate that when I told her she needed to stop my sister before she gets into trouble with the school, she ignored me and then the school SARTed her for not attending her classes. I hate the way I feel like I have to be responsible because my parents don't act like parents. Mar 6 8:55 PM UTC
link here I hate my life right now.
I am in college and can't afford to live on my own so I have to get help from my parents. I hate how they act as if I am some big burden to them financially even though they decided to have me. My grandpa gave me some money for college tuition and I hate how my parents are using it for everything in college (including rent and books) and act like they aren't and make me feel guilty as if they are spending all this money. I hate how they have never let me think for myself and let me make my own decisions. I am just now discovering who I really am because I was so afraid to be me from how they raised me. I hate that they are so restricting and closed-minded. I hate that they act as if we have no money at all when my parents have too much income for me to get grants or financial aid. I don't want them to spend a lot of money on me but it would be nice for them to not make me feel guilty when I ask them for money for basic groceries. I hate that they were bad when they were younger but would kill me if I even did something slightly wrong. I hate that they treat my brother better than me and let him get away with things I would have never been able to get away with. Other people have seen they do this too. I hate how my parents won't send me enough money for groceries when my dad smokes a ton of cigarettes and cigars and buys coffee from coffee stands every day, several times a day. I hate that my dad gets mad if I ever buy a drink from starbucks for myself with my own money when he buys multiple coffee's everyday, and sometimes even from bikini baristas. I hate that my mom is to chicken to stand up for her self and tell him he shouldn't do that. I swear he's cheating on her. I hate how my mom always sides with my dad even if she said something different to me before. I hate how my dad freaks out and says I need to respect my mom when I'm pretty sure he's cheating on her. I hate that I can never tell my parents anything. I hate that they always think they know everything even if they can't see it from my eyes and aren't even in the same town to see what's happening. I hate that my dad has always told me to never talk back but now he pushes my buttons to get me to stand up for myself and when I do he gets mad and won't let me. I hate that I want to get another dog for my dog so he has a companion and they say I can't when I don't even live with them and it's my money and I see how depressed he seems being the only dog when he came from a litter of 8. I hate that they won't let me be me. I hate how they force they're opinions on me acting that I should only do what they think. I hate that I have met the love of my life and although they like him, I know they will not want us to get married before we turn the age they were when they got married (which was almost 30). And if I want to get married anyways I know they will never pay for the wedding, no matter how simple. I hate how I will never have a great wedding like I always dreamed and that I will probably end up just getting married at a courthouse by the justice of the peace because I can't afford anything better. I hate that they think they're the best parents ever and say things like "We're sorry we loved you too much". Yes they actually said that. I hate that even though I haven't ever done anything measurably wrong in my life, they will never appreciate it and always find something to critisize me about. I hate that whoever is reading this probably thinks I'm selfish and spoiled and immature and will never know the truth. I hate how I had always thought I would be close to my parents as I aged but know I am realizing that will not be the case and I will probably choose to live across the country from them. I hate how for one second my life can't just be happy and work out ok. I hate how my parents have made sex seem wrong and dirty and it will take forever for me to not feel guilty about it, even after being married. I hate how I am an adult and they still get upset if I swear once in a blue moon even though they swear whenever they feel like it. I hate how I have a big chance of turning out like them "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree" I hate how I have too much evidence that they actually are my parents and I'm not adopted. That would make so much more sense. I hate that I always feel like the black sheep. I hate that I will never be good enough for them, even if they say its ok. I hate that I hate them, but its hard not to when they act the way they do. I hate that I feel like dying right now because life is so hard and they don't understand it. I hate how my dad reads books to try and understand depression when he has never been clinically depressed to know how it really feels. I hate how he says he understands when he hasn't lived through it. I hate that I am afraid to make mistakes because that's how they taught me. I hate that they only think there is one way of thinking: their way. I hate that I'm afraid to live life to the fullest because I don't want them to be mad at me for doing something they don't agree to. I hate that they say they are spending so much money on me for me going to college when 1) they would think of me as a f-up if I didn't go to college (its basically taboo for me not to go and 2) that they aren't barely spending anything since they're taking it all out of the college money my grandpa gave me. I hate that they never saved up a college fund for me themselves even though they had the money to. Yet they don't want me to take out loans. I hate that they think I'm not allowed to be mad at them. I hate that after I started seeing a counselor she suddenly thought she should go see the same one, even though she isn't at all depressed or anything. She has to make people feel sorry for her. I hate how people feel sorry for my mom for putting in so much overtime at work when its her own choice she's working that overtime. She doesn't have to work as long as she says she does. She's a perfectionist. I hate how my mom gets mad when I spend my own money sometimes but she buys way more stuff that she doesn't need. I hate that I feel like I have to hide that I bought one little thing with my own money from my mom because she will get mad a spent my money even when I was in high school and didn't have any responsibilities to pay for. I hate that my parents will give my brother as much money as he needs and give me crap if I asked for lunch money in high school. I hate how I could go on and on.... Feb 7 6:08 AM UTC