I am repulsed by your actions. you sat in shirts with holes in your armpits for days at a time staring at a screen while your ex had to ask her father for money & you never got off your ass friend. I hope your new little girl fucking runs.
Imagine being a hateful bastard to your ex and to your child, boasting about weird child-sex fetishes on the internet, WILDLY admitting you’re broke while you refuse to get a job with stable income for the last ten years. My brother in Christ, come back to earth. Touch grass.
there is no prize for growing up fast.
my childhood is done. finished. i can soothe the kid within me as much as i can, but no one will swoop in and be the parents i needed as a child, and i need to come to terms with that.
The highest form of love is consideration. When someone thinks about how things would make you feel. Pays attention to detail. Holds you in regard when making decisions that could affect you. In any bond, how much they care about you can be found in how much they consider you.
Children don’t learn responsibility and accountability from harsh punishments or shaming. They learn it from a parent who models repair after hurtful behavior. When a parent says: “I am sorry I yelled at you, I was frustrated and you didn’t deserve that. I will work to do better.” they’re reaching a child to take responsibility for behavior. Many adults lack accountability because they never had a parent teach them how to do it.