Blobby and Friends
There is no taking. By having a child you automatically give to him a lifetime of support. That's your role as a parent. Children are not your slaves. If you don't want to accept that, don't have children.
My parents gave as much as they could. I never thought it was enough when I was a kid. Now that I'm in my forties, I know just how much that was.
I come from work tired as fuck and I know my old man was the same way, but he still found time to take me to the playground and then taught me math and English every night. My mom did the exact same but there was always a lunch and a dinner cooked for my ungrateful ass.
Through it all, they always loved me and said they were proud of me.
When ya comin' home son?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then.
You can't play football, it's too dangerous!
You can't take a martial arts class, it's dangerous and too expensive!
You can't get a drum kit, it's too loud and too expensive!
You can't have guitar lessons, it's too expensive and too loud!
Never leave this neighborhood it's too dangerous!
15 years later
Why do you sit inside all day!?! Get a hobby!
I think the Raised By Narcissists group needs more activity. This was my childhood fer shurr.
She never got over him stealing Blobby
"Children in Africa are dying, doesn't this make you more grateful?" -No...
"Do you want me to give you something to cry about?"
It's not like I asked to be born, jeez. That's like deciding to get a dog and then be surprised that it actually takes work to care of it.
Both of my grandfathers were horrible, and then largely absent. When each of them died, I managed a shrug and a mild bit of interest in learning more about them from their obituaries than they had ever shared with me over my entire life. My parents both show signs of generational trauma. They did their best with me, and I give them each passing grades, somewhat elevated by the fact that they got divorced when I don't remember, rather than sticking it out in a malfunctional marriage and no doubt allowing me to get caught in the crossfire. Even for all of that, I recognize in myself some of the echoes of what was done to them. I've done therapy and I've resolved to make sure my kid knows that, even if we sometimes argue or have to tell her things she doesn't want to hear, that no matter what we'll always love and cherish her.
Try to live your life in such a way that, when you die, the people you leave behind can manage more of an emotional reaction than a shrug and moving on with their day.
Cut toxic people out of your life. No matter who it is. Period.
Simple best rule for a happier life.
For anyone confused and making "parenting is hard and parents do their best" apologetics in the comments, this comic portrays long term, systematic child abuse and survivors recognize it immediately. If a parent's "best" involves abuse of any kind, it simply isn't good enough, and no victim owes their abuser a single thing.
For any fellow survivors, I see you and it's not your fault. They made choices when they raised you in a climate of terror, abuse, blame, and cruelty, you had no choice. Leave them to the natural consequences of their choices, your one wild life is your own, don't let them take any more of it than they already have.
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