Wait, People Actually Said This About Their Parents Having Kids?!

So Mom wanted to get her tubes tied right after having me but doctors were like, "Nope, too young!" Fast forward and bam - brothers and sisters popped up, thanks to everyone’s favorite: societal expectations. The planned one was me; the rest? Surprise party! Hopefully, these days, docs don’t play baby gatekeeper.

Mom was sick of kid stuff by the time I was 3, telling me to stop being so immature. She basically told us, "No one loves you, love yourself." Also, she slapped a 2-year-old nephew for laughing in public. Safe to say, she shouldn’t have had kids and definitely isn’t kid-friendly.

Parents tied the knot because there was a baby on the way (classic panic move). Then decided to have two more kids - oops, terrible marriage alert. Father was a drinking, violent musician who clearly didn’t want to parent. Mom became the money boss but stuck around. Lesson? Yeah, abortion can be a good backup plan.

Mom saw me as her bragging rights - not as a kid with feelings. I had to look perfect all the time but my emotional health? Who cared! The whole family was just a showpiece for her. Everything always revolved around her, 100% of the time.

Mom climbed the career ladder like a boss and was ready to move to Cancun for a promotion but ended up marrying Dad and having kids because of family drama and pressure. She loves us (the best mom ever!) but admits if we don’t want kids, don’t have ‘em. Basically, she thinks she’d be happier kid-free or with kids later & with a nicer guy.

I basically became my sister’s mom when I was 11. Spoiler: that’s not supposed to happen. First-born shouldn’t be the full-time babysitter, especially when you’re barely managing yourself.

Dad would always say, "Your mom wanted 4 kids, I wanted none, so we compromised on two." Cool, right? Also, he’d call us "your kids" to my mom when we were bad. Mom acted like she regretted having us so young and it showed - there wasn't much love or support, just tolerance. I found out people actually chat with their parents regularly in college and realized how different my family was.

Mom loved being a parent, wasn’t perfect but cared and apologized when needed. Dad? Ghost. Never showed up for anything, never met friends, barely said he was proud. He hated kids, plain and simple. We weren’t allowed to cry ‘cause it triggered him, so I hid in the closet to bawl. Yep, he shouldn’t have been a parent.

Grandma wanted a boy so badly, she kept having kids until she got 9 daughters in a row. They all got called by number like, 'Aunt #4' and 'Aunt #6' - it’s a thing. When Dad died, everything went to his wife, leaving all those daughters with nada. Fair? Nope.

Mom was a die-hard Catholic, didn’t want kids but ended up with five of us anyway. Guess faith beats desire sometimes.

Mom straight up said abortion wasn’t allowed when she had me, so it wasn’t even on the table. And that’s how I showed up.

At around age 6 or 7, after Dad passed, Mom told one of Dad’s friends she wishes she never had me. Friend flipped out, but Mom said it was the truth and her life would've been better without me. Not exactly a warm confession. This kinda shaped my feels growing up, and I still wrestle with it today.

At just 4 years old, I was already helping raise my baby sister ‘cause Dad was always working and Mom was kinda checked out. Real talk: too young for all that responsibility.

After Dad passed, I found out my parents basically used me as marriage glue to try keeping things together. Dad had beef with it and Mom stuck around, but honestly, it messed us all up. Makes you think about the whole 'love' thing.

When I got older and noticed my friends had moms who actually talked and hung out with them, I suddenly saw my mom’s ‘hi and bye’ schtick for what it was: zero real interest. She was always annoyed about anything to do with me.

Dad dipped when I was 6, leaving Mom to handle everything solo. She was busy with trauma and survival, and because I looked like Dad, I reckon neither really wanted kids. Affection wasn’t really on the menu growing up.

Asked Dad why he had me and he said, "To pass on my bloodline." Mom tried to soften it with a ‘not the only reason,’ but Dad doubled down that it was. Now I’m stuck with his genes, which aren’t exactly top tier health-wise.

Parents weren’t interested in homework, friends, life stuff or even birthdays. They’d charm everyone though, so outsiders thought they were like amazing. Babysat my kid for 3 hours ever. Basically, a masterclass in pretending to parent.

Told Mom I didn’t want kids and she hit me with, "You have to because that’s just what you do at your age." Tried explaining it was society’s pressure, but nope, ended up realizing she had me and siblings just because no one questioned "the rules" back then.

Mom told me she only wanted to have my older brother so Grandma could meet a grandkid (Grandma was dying). The rest of us? Just part of the family quota, she said. Haven’t talked to her in eight years, and it’s all good.

I read Mom’s online diary (with permission!) and found out every time she and Dad had a fight, they’d just have another kid. Six kids later? Yup, they finally split. Note to self: kids don’t fix marriages.

Parents didn’t want to raise me, both were too busy doing everything else. They split, Dad vanished, Mom checked out with secret boyfriends and illegal stuff. Yeah, 80s small-town single mom life was rough.

Asked Mom why she got married and she said, "Because I was 23 and the last of my friends to tie the knot." I was born shortly after, unplanned (Mom was on IUD). Then they kinda shrugged and had two more kids without much thought.

Mom barely cared unless I could boost her ego. Didn’t play, didn’t listen. I cried thinking dogs got more love. Once she told me she wanted to abort me, but Dad pushed for keeping me. Yep, that happened.

I was a late surprise after a bunch of foster siblings and a sister. Dad hated being around me, barely acknowledged me, and once I was older, he basically said, ‘Not my problem.’ College shocked me because friends’ parents cared, and mine just tolerated me.

Mom was all in on kids, dad? Not so much. Once we stopped being carbon copies who obeyed him, he bounced emotionally.

Dad? Walked out and never checked in once. Ghosted our lives completely.

At 10, Mom said she wanted me to be a friend, not a kid. Problem was, she never tried to be my friend. I was her emotional crutch and replacement husband instead.

Mom got pregnant while on birth control and hoped for boys. We got girls. She joked we were dumpster finds. No wonder we don’t exactly hang out like besties now.

I straight up asked Mom why she had kids and she said, 'Everyone else was doing it.' Like kids were cars or something. Needless to say, we don’t talk much anymore.

Mom was on board with me until I started thinking for myself. Then suddenly she didn’t want me so much.

It hit me in college that people actually called their parents with good news instead of ducking it because their parents didn’t care. Game changer.

Parents nailed the basics - food, school, clothes - but the whole emotional support and interest in who I really am? Complete no-show. Felt more like maintenance than parenting.

I was an only child until 11; Mom miscarried six babies and took heavy meds to have my three little sisters. These meds later caused cancer - and Mom died from it. She did it all because she didn’t want me to be lonely alone.

Mom loved being a mom and loved her kids; Grandma? Not so much. Mom never got the credit for loving her role since Grandma didn’t enjoy kids.

Mom didn’t know she was pregnant until 6 or 7 months in and was traveling the country. She handed baby me off to a waitress who didn’t bring me back for 20 minutes. Spoiler: baby was found. Mom looked kinda bothered. No cuddles ever happened later either.

Wasn’t the first kid, but the only one from their union. Birthday came six months after anniversary. Not here because of choice, but because birth control wasn’t really a thing where they met. Sometimes, hormones play jokes.

Dad was on a mission to have boys and kept going when the answer was all girls. He even ranted about it plenty while drunk. Spoiler: boys never happened.

Born in a simpler time before birth control, my parents thought providing shelter, food, and school was enough. Hugs or 'I love you'? Nope, that was too much.

Parents loved us but basically saw having kids as just the next step in life. They weren’t big on hanging out or deep talks and always had excuses to skip family outings. Gifts? Usually things they didn't really know I'd like.

Mom told me once she should have aborted me. She got pregnant by accident and everyone told her to get an abortion, but her super Catholic family pressure kept her from it. Oof.

The parents had me to keep my older sister entertained. I wasn’t wanted for myself. My sister’s a nightmare and I spent years wishing I’d never been born. They actually told me this. Yeah, that left a mark.

Parents married 25 years, then Dad left and didn’t pay or show up for anything. Mom seemed to never want to hang out with me or invite me to fun stuff. Old journals showed they thought kids would ‘ruin your life.’ I don’t talk to them now and couldn’t be happier.

After Mom passed, Dad sobered and took care of me, but no bonds formed, and honestly, I feel nothing. Same with his grandkids. I’m fine making my own lovely family now.

Mom only had more kids because she felt she had to for Dad, but secretly got her tubes tied after the fifth. Dad found out years later and was, shall we say, shocked.

Dad was workaholic and Mom hostile if I wasn’t perfect. They’d celebrate my wins and get me therapy when I was crisis-level, but otherwise, they ignored or resented me. Childhood felt unhappy, but hey, adulthood’s better.

Sometimes it’s just that simple: I never truly felt loved by my parents.

Asked Mom why kids were so young, and she said it was just what people did. No overthinking, just roll with it.

Parents told us straight up: we were an unfortunate side effect of their married life. They wanted intimacy, not kids. Thanks for the clarity!

Mom confessed with zero sugarcoating that she loved us but wasn’t cut out for mom life. There were so many other not-fun things said too.

Dad said Mom tricked him into having kids and he never wanted them. Mom claimed to want kids but clearly hated the reality - low patience, lots of 'get out of my hair' vibes. Their childfree uncles looked way better in their eyes, and they told us to never have kids. Now, we're all kid-free and estranged from Dad.

Mom wanted someone else, but family pushed her into a well-educated dude who turned out mean. They had kids out of pressure, not love. I decided early on: no bringing new humans into that madness.

Parents flat-out told me they only had kids because society expected it. I get they were from a different time, but seriously, make better choices!

Had a morning coffee chat with my mother-in-law who admitted she probably wouldn’t have had kids if it were up to her. Three grown sons later, that was some real talk.

Talking birth rates with Mom, she said back then it was just the natural order to have kids. Just what you did next.

Dad never showed up for my concerts or school stuff. He’d drive me in and then skip the whole thing - spent more gas leaving than staying. The message was loud and clear: he wasn’t interested.

Over breakfast, Dad said, 'If I had to do it all again, I wouldn’t have kids.' Me? Totally thrilled to hear that.

Mom didn’t plan any of us, dads were terrible. She had to run away a lot and was depressed. Some people really stick it out for a happy family but man, ours was wild.

Mom didn’t want kids with Dad but had me anyway. When I wanted a sibling, she had my sister because everyone pressured her. Then she divorced and remarried, finally wanting kids on her own terms when I was grown.

Mom had 3 kids by 24 but says don’t get married before 30. Maybe she knows something we didn’t back then.

Told Mom I didn’t want kids. She was like, 'Don’t have them if you don’t want to - you'll just resent them.' Solid advice.

Mom always said Dad talked her into having kids; recently Dad said Mom talked him into it. Guess kids were an accidental peace treaty! They divorced when we were little, which makes sense now.

Mom had me ‘cause Dad wanted a kid - to keep him around. Problem was, I was the wrong gender. Dad loved me when I was little, but I grew up and that’s when things got messy. Mom told me I was a handicap more than once. Family drama all around.

Mom cut maternity leave short because she said I cried too much. Probably not the best bedtime story!

Mom admitted she only had kids because Dad wanted them. She wished she’d have had more free time and money. Dad thought kids were fun only until toddler years, but not teens or adults.

Narcissistic dad didn’t support our true selves and bailed when things weren’t easy. Happier with stepmom now, but I’m working on being my own cheerleader as a dad.

Parents didn’t even come up with a girl name for me, or even just for fun, and took over a year to settle on the spelling. That’s something you do for a pet, right?

After Mom divorced Dad when I was 12, Dad turned back into an alcoholic and emotionally ditched us. We didn’t even fight - just stopped talking. Now no contact, no regrets. Parenting fail.

Mom had kids because she forgot her birth control and made sure we knew it. That kinda shapes your childhood vibe.