SnoopSqueak

I am reacting defensively, you attacked OP by pretending to know their mind and confidently asserting you know they are wrong when you can't possibly know that. It's a pretty shitty thing to do and it'd be wrong of me not to point that out.

Here's one for you: you don't actually love your father, it's stockholm syndrome. How do I know? It happened to me, therefore it must also be your experience.

Does that feel good?

Some of the people here are family men who actually do know what we're talking about. To falsely equate your "I don't know" with experience driven advice, is a disservice to OP.

Kindly fuck off with your assumptions. When I was young, I chose not to have children because my parents were unable to raise me without traumatic fear and pain, and I never wanted anyone else to feel that.

I love someone, but we are not together and likely never will be.

Would you be upset if someone told you that you don't love your wife?

Stop pretending to know things you cannot know. Your experience is not everyone's.

"Ah, dang it, I showed up late and they're out of masks. I guess that means I'll have to use the voice-cancelling ball gag again..."

Yikes! It is frightening how shameless some people are; proud, even.

When I was young, I decided I probably shouldn't have kids. I figured that if my parents (who I loved and respected at the time) couldn't raise me without so much pain and fear, I'd probably do an even worse job.

When I told my abusive mother this as an adult, she told me I did not actually have that thought. How convenient for her.

We no longer speak. 🥲

Thank you. ❤️ Your words bring tears to my eyes, just knowing that I am seen.

Best wishes on turning your world into something better than what was handed to you!

I hope I am clearing that very low bar, lol, but it is difficult. Backwards thinking was violently programmed into me. I have to keep reminding myself that my parents were wrong. I feel like a broken person, but it wasn't my choice.

I try to use the pain as motivation. I know others have it even worse and I want to do whatever I can to help them. I wish I knew how.

I just feel like I'm running behind something, not even sure what exactly, money, stability, proving something to myself, maybe all of it at once.

The rich are tightening the vice. They do not want us to afford to live independently, they want us to be their slaves.

Good luck.

In theory, it makes sense; it's a physical thing we can exchange to represent gratitude.

In practice, it has been completely weaponized against us and I hope we can stop using it.

We live in the information age, we can track needs and contributions in a way that is more difficult to exploit.

I am here because my parents thought the only ethical way they could have sex was to get married and have children. They had no interest in actually raising those children. I have been suicidal all my life, but at least I am finally far away from them.

Other people do not know how you feel. It may well be love. But it may not be worth bringing up to her, she may get the wrong impression like others here. I wish society encouraged honesty, but I don't know what's best here.

I prefer to focus on reality. Abuse has been normalized and things need to change. Others have it worse than I do. There are more victims every day.

My parents had children they couldn't actually afford, so they spent most of their time at work instead of raising us. Somehow, they expect me to be grateful to them for not being there and for bringing me into slave world.

I wish I hadn't been born.

Yes: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2025_New_Orleans_truck_attack