Parenthood changes people; for better and for worse. These parents really went the wrong direction. Content edited for clarity.
Playground Madness
“I was out at the playground with my own daughter and my ex’s 3 year old (love her like my own) and there were these much older kids running around. They had no regard for any of the other kids around, and there was a good helping of little ones around since it was a nice cool day. I was worried something was going to happen so I was watching very closely.
They came ripping past and almost mowed down my little one. I said firmly, without raising my voice, ‘Hey guys, watch out for the little kids!’
It was like speaking to air, neither one of them even slowed down. So I kept an eye on them and after they almost ran into another kid and almost knocked another one over I actually raised my voice, ‘HEY! YOU TWO! WATCH OUT FOR THE LITTLE KIDS, YOU’RE GOING TO HURT SOMEONE!’
One of the kids stopped dead, looked at me, and then walked over to his fat goon of a dad. He said something to his dad and pointed at me. The dad levered himself up and waddled over to me, all the while turning redder and redder in the face.
He started yelling at me in his strong redneck southern accent before he even got to me. He was shouting all kinds of stuff about how I was an asshole and he oughta kick my ass because I had no place telling his son what to do. Then his son started cheering him on yelling things like, ‘You tell him, dad! He ain’t got no right tellin’ me what to do!’
I was calmly trying to explain to the dad that his son was possibly going to hurt some of the other kids by running crazy and he responded with, ‘If they get hurt it’s their own damn fault.’
Then his son began cursing me out and calling me every name in the book. My fuze blew before I even knew what happened and I pointed right at the kid and snapped in the ‘dad’ voice, ‘You watch your mouth little boy, you are in a public place and nobody wants to hear that trash!’
Now I realized I was in some trouble because I know the dad was likely to get violent. Sure enough, he shoved me in the chest and said, ‘What did you just say to my boy? I asked you, WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?’
I looked around and saw my little ones had noticed the altercation now, other parents were staring, it was just bad all around, so I decided to let the issue drop. I told the kids to come along because we were leaving. Meanwhile, the father was still calling me names. I could handle it, so I stayed calm. Until his little inbred whelp tripped my kid.
That was the last straw. I didn’t care anymore. I bum-rushed the dad, planted my hands on his chest, and shoved him hard as I could. I actually think I knocked the wind out of him. He stumbled back into his kid and tripped over him. They both went sprawling and the dad landed mid-back on the plastic border holding all the mulch in the jungle gym area. He actually squealed, so I know it hurt. His kid was all scraped up, my daughter was helping her little sister up. She was okay so I decided to get the heck out of dodge since some of the parents were now on their phones. I assumed a few were phoning the police.
Right before we made our exit, I looked at the kid and said, ‘That’s why we watch where we’re going when little kids are around. Didn’t feel good getting run over did it?’
I looked at the dad who was attempting to get himself up, but struggling. And then we ran to the car and zoomed out of there. I tried to ameliorate the damage by getting the girls frozen yogurt on the way back and trying to explain why Dad went crazy.”
A Menace To Society
“When I was a preschool teacher (ages 24-30 months), I had a rather unpleasant child in my classroom. He was not terribly likeable and that is pretty tragic when you are only two.
Anyway, our outside play area was covered in soft mulch to protect the kids if they fell (and they fall all the time). I bent down to retie a child’s shoe and almost instantly heard yelling. I looked over just in time to see him pulling his hand away from a little girl’s face. He had stabbed her in the eye with a piece of mulch. Totally unprovoked and he was not acting out. He just looked at the stick and thought, ‘Oh, I’ll put that here.’
We had to send the girl to the ER with her parents and had a conference with his parents. His parents are the reason why I don’t teach anymore.
Apparently, they allowed this child to bite, hit, scratch, tackle, punch, and otherwise attack his other family members. In fact, they encouraged it, congratulated and applauded him. His father and two older brothers (11 and 13) thought it was fantastic. Their defense was, ‘He isn’t big enough to hurt anyone and he has so much fun.’ They thought teaching him to be a psycho was cute and funny.
I was shocked, lost for words, and couldn’t believe them. I’m sure that kid will grow in size but not in self-control if they don’t start teaching him that random violence is socially unacceptable.
The bottom line is: I don’t teach anymore because I hate parents.”
They Didn’t See It Coming
“Whenever we’d visit my sister’s godparents in the suburbs their kids and extended family would pick on me relentlessly. I always told my and their parents. They told my mom and dad, ‘They’re just playing around. There’s nothing wrong with kids playing around right?’
One time they all tied me to a tree and hit me with sticks. Another time they had their dog chase me around (a German shepherd the family trained as a guard dog) until I could barely stand.
Things started to get better when my parents signed me up for hapkido classes in the fall. Because we were busier we visited a lot less.
But the next summer came around and we visited weekly, which I hated. I decided I would always sit near my parents and play my Gameboy or read. Safe, right? It was working out until they decided it wasn’t fun. So, they crossed the line.
This time I had made the mistake of bringing my magic cards to build a deck while I was there. They stole my cards while I was in the bathroom and ripped half the cards and set fire to the rest. I was furious at this point and one of the kids said, ‘What are you gonna do about it?’
I didn’t wanna start a fight so I said that I was going to tell his mom and dad. He got in my way and started shoving me around. After the third shove to the ground I had had enough so as he was going to hit me, I swung faster and hit him in the throat. Then I kicked him in the stomach for good measure. Some of his cousins tried to get me too but I just had to hit them once and they started crying. It wasn’t long before their parents came up to see what the fuss was all about.
The parent looked at the scene in front of them, then looked at me, and started yelling at me for starting a fight. I tried to say they started it and pointed to the now ashy pile of magic cards, but they wouldn’t listen and they were still more yelling. Then they turned their attention to my parents and asked them what they were going to do about it. My mom and dad got mad at me for ‘starting a fight’ and we left while they are all apologizing. I was confused, but it made sense once we were away from the other kids and parents.
As soon as we got in the car my mom said, ‘Thank god you finally taught those little shits a lesson.’
We drove off and even stopped by the store on the way home so they could get me some new cards.”
Hazard To Himself And Others
“This kid lived in my neighborhood. Now at the time, he was a lot older than me, I was about eleven and he was probably around seventeen. He and his parents were loaded. They lived in this enormous house and the kid drove a Lamborghini. Surprise, surprise, the son was a total douche. He’d blast music insanely loud in his car while driving eighty frigging miles an hour down our little street. More than a few times, he almost hit me while I was riding my bike and then would laugh. He even ran my mother off the road four times. When she finally confronted him, he told her, ‘Get the hell away from me, you aren’t my mother,’ rolled his window up, and sped off.
When my dad found out, he was ticked. So me, my dad, and my mom drove down to their house to tell his parents. When we told them all about the incidents, what did they do? Thank us for being concerned parents and informing them before their son hurt or killed himself or others? No. The mom was upset at us, that was clear, but didn’t really object, until the beast of a father walked out and bellowed, ‘Get the hell off my property. Mind our own f-ing business.’
He then threatened to have us arrested and said, ‘There is nothing wrong with my son.’
My parents were fuming at this point but didn’t want to argue further. So we left. Not ten minutes later there was a loud knock on our front door.
My parent were shocked to see officers in front of them. The cops came to our front door and let my father know that the dad of the kid had called, saying we were threatening him and his son. My dad told his side of the story and the cops agreed to let him off with a warning. The lengths some people will go to defend that their kids are perfect little angels are amazing. I’ll never understand.”
Jail Time
“My friend, my brother, his friend, and I were at our summerhouse. My friend and I were jumping on our trampoline and having a blast. Then my brother’s friend came along, picked up a rock, put it in his slingshot and shot it right in directly at my friend’s left eye. She started crying hard, holding her hands to her face. We both went to my dad, who was talking to my brother’s friend’s mother. We told his mom exactly what happened, and my brother and his friend were right beside us, still playing with the slingshot. His parents had always been kind and I didn’t think twice about coming to her. But I had never and haven’t again heard someone so delusional as this woman once she opened her mouth.
His mother told us it wasn’t his fault, that it was an accident and that we were in the way of his slingshot, that it was our fault. She then proceeded to ask her son if he did it, while still kind of defending him, and he said the most priceless thing I’ve ever heard.
”Yeah, I shot her in the eye,’ he said bored.
His mom went quiet for a few seconds and then proceeded to tell us that he was joking. He’s now a criminal.”
