I've noticed a lot of kids on here and especially at school complaining how much they hate their parents. In some cases this is justified because their parents are abusive or something, but most of the time it's just people being mean.

 

Seriously, guys, don't take your parents for granted. You've got no idea how much they've sacrificed just for you. And when they're gone you'll regret every mean word you ever said, every time you didn't say I love you, and for not spending more time with them. Even if they'll never see or hear you say it, don't even joke. Your parents are not evil and they're not doing things just because they hate you. Cherish them while you have them, because they won't be there forever.

Well said, Think Pink, I've been wondering that myself for a very long time. It breaks my heart every time I hear someone talk smack on their parents.

I talk about my dad in a bad way because that's how it really is.

Yeah. I used to do that sometimes when i was little but i stopped. I hear alot of kids at my school say that they hate thier parents, and the reasons dont even make sense

It's hard to love two people who are the reason for everything wrong with you. Or at least a great majority of it. It's hard to love someone who has said that they gave up on you. It's hard to love someone who scares you to your very core and throws tantrums over any minor comment that upsets her. It's hard to love someone who gets mad at you for eating and points out your weight. It's hard to love someone who has tried to hurt you on three different occasions. It's hard to love someone who threatens you constantly.

It's hard to love my parents. It's hard to love the fact that my mom threatens me whenever I don't understand what she's saying. Whenever she throws a tantrum and literally breaks the closest thing to her and starts screaming about how I ruined her life. And it's hard when my dad compares me to her, saying we're exactly the same. And then he tells me he loves me even though months ago, he told me he gave up on me. Gave up on me and never took back his words, even when I told them how much they hurt.

And despite everything they have done, I do love them.

I love my dad whenever we're in the car listening to music and we know the same songs and we sing a long.

I love my mom when she tells us stories and makes us laugh and isn't yelling at everyone.

I love my parents when they act like they used to.

They just don't do it very often.

I get what your saying Lexi, But I know some people that do have verry VERRY messed up lives because of there parents and there parents don't give a crap and live with their grandparents because of them. But your right we should be thankful of our parents they do so much for us and before we realize that we are out on our own and start to understand what they do to care and provide and love us.

It's hard to love two people who are the reason for everything wrong with you. Or at least a great majority of it. It's hard to love someone who has said that they gave up on you. It's hard to love someone who scares you to your very core and throws tantrums over any minor comment that upsets her. It's hard to love someone who gets mad at you for eating and points out your weight. It's hard to love someone who has tried to hurt you on three different occasions. It's hard to love someone who threatens you constantly.

It's hard to love my parents. It's hard to love the fact that my mom threatens me whenever I don't understand what she's saying. Whenever she throws a tantrum and literally breaks the closest thing to her and starts screaming about how I ruined her life. And it's hard when my dad compares me to her, saying we're exactly the same. And then he tells me he loves me even though months ago, he told me he gave up on me. Gave up on me and never took back his words, even when I told them how much they hurt.

And despite everything they have done, I do love them.

I love my dad whenever we're in the car listening to music and we know the same songs and we sing a long.

I love my mom when she tells us stories and makes us laugh and isn't yelling at everyone.

I love my parents when they act like they used to.

They just don't do it very often.

 

I'm sorry, Koko. Hugs?

Well said, Think Pink, I've been wondering that myself for a very long time. It breaks my heart every time I hear someone talk smack on their parents.

 

I feel the exact same way. I am proud to admit that I appreciate my parents fully.

 

I understand that there are exceptions, such as what Koko has posted - and I accept that too.