Parents Share Something Their Kids Do Without Realizing It Deeply Hurts Their Feelings
Kids will be kids. They play games all the time and also have a tendency to say things without a filter. While many of the words that come out of a kid’s mouth are cute or funny, some of the things they say can be quite hurtful, particularly when the words are directed at their parents. Often times, when a child says something that hurts to a parent, it is not done with the intention to harm. Other times, it is 100% deliberate and fueled from anger, frustration, and even manipulation. The stories below have left many parents in tears, and they may just leave you tearing up as well.
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#1 Mom Comes In First Place
Four-year-old: “Daddy, I love you.”
Me: “Thanks bug, I love you too.”
Four-year-old: “Daddy, I love mommy more though.”
#2 Dads Just Want To Keep Dadding
#3 Some People Don’t Even Realize There Is A Father’s Day
#4 Kids Really Do Say The Darndest Things
#5 Sentimental Value Means Nothing To Teenagers
#6 Not Quite A Death Wish, But…
#7 Dad Is The Fun One
#8 Just The Two Of Us Is Preferred
#9 Her Confidence That Mom Would Finally Find Love Too Didn’t Help
#10 This Daughter Might Be A Bit Too Vocal With Her Opinions
#11 12-Year-Olds Are Generally Not Into Hanging Out With Their Moms
#12 Give This Girl A New Father ASAP
#13 The Mom With The Skinny Face
I was watching pro-wrestling with my 11-year-old. There was a female who was heavier, and when she came out, my son got all excited and said, “Look, mom, she’s like you. Her face is skinny but when you zoom out she’s not!” He didn’t understand how that was a rude comment. He thought he was saying something nice.
#14 Not Their Real Mom, Not Their Problem
#15 The Futility In Cooking Anything New For Children Is Real
Whenever I cook a big dinner with a new recipe of something I think my kids would love, my son always tells me it looks bad and that he’s not hungry anymore. Then, my daughter will follow with anything he says. Of course, 15 minutes after I eat alone and sad, they ask for chicken nuggets.
#16 As Long As Mom Is Alive, It’s All Good
#17 They May Have Been Right, But They Certainly Weren’t Kind
I wish I could say I had a lot of influence in the raising of my girls, but that wasn’t the way that things turned out. I did a lot of dumb things, as did my ex-wife. She was in prison for a stint, and I was in and out of prison throughout my daughters’ lives. My younger two daughters were raised by my ex’s dad, while my eldest daughter was raised by my dad.
Their lives were polar opposites, that is for sure. My ex’s family came from money, while our family lost it all. We lived in about as much poverty as is possible. Rock bottom. It didn’t help that I wasn’t around to contribute. I wasn’t allowed to see my two younger girls much, either. Their grandpa hated my guts. I understood that.
I did not understand the way they treated my dad. He was the most hardworking and honest man I ever knew. If something was broken, he’d come immediately over with tools to fix it without even being asked. He was never was late for anything in his life. I remember we had all the girls over once for the 4th of July. We were grilling up some burgers on a brand new grill and spent more than we should have, but we didn’t see them all together very often.
There was a lot of whining on my two younger girls’ part. They’d rather go to McDonald’s. But what got me was when one of my younger daughters said, “We want to go home, your house is dirty and we don’t have any good toys to play with here!” I’m glad my dad was almost deaf at that point because hearing that would have broken his heart.
My eldest daughter did hear though. She was about eight at the time. I’ll never forget the look on her face. There weren’t any tears or embarrassment. She just looked blank. Staring off into space. Eventually, my two younger daughters changed their last name from mine to their grandpa’s. They stopped accepting contact from my dad and me. Presents for birthdays and Christmas were regularly returned.
#18 The Worst “Sike” Ever
#19 Kids Prefer To Go Where The Fun Is
I’m divorced with split custody. My ex has a large extended family that lives nearby and they are always together, letting the little cousins all play together. My family is the exact opposite. They live hours away and there’s nobody young enough to set play dates with. So, weekly my five-year-old cries when it’s time to go to my house because it’s “not as fun as dad’s.” I am on a budget and can’t afford to take her out every week to the zoo or movies… Every single dollar is budgeted. It makes me cry often when I see how excited she is to go to his house because mine is boring. I just want her to know that I’m trying.
#20 Embarrassed By His Dad For The Wrong Reason
#21 Ouch, Ouch, Ouch
#22 Daddy’s Girl
#23 He Didn’t Abandon His Daughter, But She Thought He Did
When my ex and I separated, it wasn’t great and I wasn’t allowed to see our daughter for over four months while the court proceedings took place. When I finally won a third of the custodial rights, my daughter told me to “not ever leave her again.” It absolutely crushed me to think that, the whole time, she assumed I just left her because she didn’t know any better.
#24 Not Pretty Enough For Her Daughter’s Liking
#25 This Father-Daughter Dance Didn’t Go Exactly As Planned
I don’t know if this happens all over the country, but in the south, they have these father-daughter dances in elementary school. I always thought they were ridiculous and a little creepy, so I had zero interest in ever going to one, but I have daughters so I knew there was a chance I would end up at one of those abominations at some point.
I never made my opinion known to my girls, it was just something I would gripe to my wife about from time to time. My oldest daughter came home one day with a flyer for the daddy-daughter dance and she was pumped to go. I thought to myself, great, here we go… but I sucked it up and pretended to be just as enthused as she was to go.
I was dreading it, but honestly, I would endure much worse to see my girls happy. A couple of days before the dance, my daughter asked my wife to take her to get a nice dress and shoes. My wife told me later that I really needed to take this seriously because it was all she had been talking about for a week. I figured I would go along with it and if she was going to look great, then so was I!
]So I went out and bought myself a nice outfit for the affair, complete with shoes and everything. I rarely buy myself anything, so I just knew the gesture of her seeing me wearing new clothes would give her a big kick on the day of. I hid my clothes so they would be a surprise. The more excited she got, the more I looked forward to it. Maybe I had judged the dance too harshly.
It started to dawn on me that maybe we didn’t do enough together and it made me feel like I really need to spend more time bonding with her. I felt like maybe I was kind of a bad dad and that this dance would be the beginning of turning over a new leaf. I found myself actually excited about the dance, I couldn’t believe it. On the day of, I rushed home and got all ready. When I came out, she beamed when she saw my new outfit.
My wife took a bunch of pictures and we were all set for a great time. We arrived at the dance and I was looking at all the other dads in jeans and T-shirts, thinking, “Ha! My kid must be so proud of her dad!” We went into the gym where music was playing and everyone was congregating. I gave my daughter a giant hug and said, “I’m so happy we came!”
She said to me, “Oh hey, that’s my friend over there. I’m going to say hi!” My daughter never came back for the rest of the dance. I stood there on the wall watching every other dad in jeans and a T-shirt dance with their daughters and mine never did. She didn’t say a word to me just hung out with her friends. When her friends went dancing with their dads, she just hung out with whoever wasn’t occupied the time.
I stood there in my outfit listening to song after song, embarrassed and sad. The longer the dance went on and the more songs meant to be about dads and their daughters, the sadder I got. I was fighting back tears. I had stood in the same place for two hours because I didn’t want to move in case she came looking for me. But she never did.
At the end of the night, she told me about how much fun she had with her friends. I tried my best to act like I had fun too. She was completely oblivious to the fact that I was sad I was forgotten. When I got home, I went to my room, locked the door and cried. She had no idea she was hurting me that night. And I kept it that way. It’s not the best memory.
#26 Lighthearted Teasing Doesn’t Feel Lighthearted To Everyone
#27 Nightmares Are Better Soothed By Mommy
#28 Whose Fault Is The Bum Knee In The First Place, Kid?
#29 His Gaming Days With His Son Are Over
#30 Cancer Can Bring Out The Worst In People
My husband is dying of cancer. We have two boys, aged seven and 10. My little one isn’t handling things well—mostly he’s been avoiding, but he finally had an absolute meltdown about it a couple of weeks ago. I walked in on him absolutely sobbing in my husband’s arms, snot and tears everywhere. “But who will snuggle me? Nobody will!! Who will take me fishing EVER AGAIN?!”
I approached and said, “Honey I’ll take you fishing, you can teach me too!” Then, he screamed, “But you don’t even like fish!” And he gave me the most dagger-filled staredown, to end all stare-downs. “It’s. Not. The. Same.” He melted back into his dad’s arms in a puddle of tears, and I quietly left the room and cried too. I know it isn’t the same, but I’m still going to try. I know he’s a kid with enormous emotions and he had a horrible hand dealt to him in life. This whole conversation is burned into my brain though. I’ll never forget it. I’m still going to try my best, even if fish are slimy and gross.
#31 The Stepmom Gets No Credit
#32 This Four-Year-Old Knows Not What He Says
#33 Laughing On The Outside, Crying On The Inside
#34 Dad’s Bad Habit Is Unfortunately Rubbing Off On The Kids
#35 Living The Single-With-Tacos Life
I gained 30 pounds after hitting 30. My daughter always asks me when the baby is due, mockingly. I’m single for life and I like tacos. Screw off, kid.
#36 Maybe Her Dad Is Just Better At Reading Bedtime Stories
#37 Spoiled Children Sometimes Never Grow Out Of Being Spoiled
Last year, my father cried to me because he saw my sister share a post about giving her child what she never had. My dad worked 80 to 90 hours a week as so we could have new laptops, an in-ground pool, and a boat to go out on whenever he wasn’t working. We grew up as a middle-class family.
#8 The Best Worst Dad Ever
It hurts my feelings that he speaks so highly about his dad. The thing is, his dad hasn’t called him since the day after his birthday months ago. He’s called him three times this year in total and hasn’t seen him for much longer. His dad also stopped giving me child support money two years ago. I’m all alone and work full-time, but I don’t miss a beat.
I get little sleep and have not done anything for myself in a very long time. Sun up to sun down is nonstop work. And I don’t mind being a mom. I love raising my little family. His dad hasn’t had a job or a cellphone in two years and he is currently squatting in our mutual friend’s house, refusing to leave. He owes me, my dad, his own mom, and our mutual friend so much money it’s ridiculous.
When he was in our son’s life, he would just make my job so hard. He’d say, “Don’t worry buddy your mom is a jerk. You did nothing wrong, let’s go play video games,” whenever I tried to discipline him. This caused my son to not take me seriously. My son goes to therapy now and is in the big brother program. I’ve been told by teachers, friends, and therapists that my son is suffering from having a “toxic male role model.”
My son deserves so much better, yet he still thinks the sun shines out of his dad’s butt. He brings up his dad every day. “Mom, dad’s hair is so cool right?” He is constantly talking about his dad being a great guy. He even excuses his dad for not calling him for months by saying, “He’s just sick, it’s okay, I’m not mad at him.” I’m so mad… It’s slowly killing me.
I called his dad not long ago, and when he answered, I asked, “Why haven’t you called your son? He asks about you every day.” He yelled, “BECAUSE HE’S STUPID,” and hung up on me. I would NEVER do something like that. I can’t go a day without seeing my son. It hurts me with how much my son loves his “can’t do wrong” dad and it just breaks my heart every day.
#39 It Isn’t A Competition, But It Kind Of Is
#40 A Son That Never Calls Anymore
#41 The Stepfather In The Shadow Of The Real Father
I’m a stepfather of three girls. Their dad isn’t around at all. He sees them for an hour every three or four weeks when he can be bothered. They are my life—I love them and they always say I’m the only dad they care about. But when he shows up, randomly, with loads of gifts and buying their love, it all goes out the window.
It’s “I love my daddy,” or “Daddy, you’re the best,” or “Did you see what daddy got me?” I know they’re just children and I know they’re just sucked into the false pretenses he gives. But it hurts me when it happens. I want to confront them about it, but I’m afraid they’ll hate me. It’s crazy to be jealous, I know, but I just want them to myself. Especially when it’s clear he has no interest in them at all. I bring them to school, I pay for their trips, their parties, their clothes, their food. I go to their gymnastics lessons and watch their plays. I do all of it.