My mom was, and remains, incredibly bothered by my sexuality. I am so glad I waited until I was 18+ to come to her, because she would have sent me to some 'Pray the Gay Away Camp' I am sure. Well, the summer I came out was just crazy. We fought physically and verbally. I didn't punch my mom or anything, but I am taller than her so when she got in my face and tried to hit me I blocked her Then she told me other psycho babble. About how I choose to be a *** and how if she had known I would turn out gay she would have aborted me.

She has since apologized, as have I. My mom and I generally get along, and she is a good mom and all. Which is why I'd for something so silly as me being gay get in the way of our relationship.

I don't use my father. He left when I was two, and we used to do the 'every other weekend' thing. I think my father has spent a total of $1,600 on me during my lifetime. We don't really have a relationship, but I don't hate him. It just is. He's never really 'fathered' me, though he taught me how to ride a bike

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I dont consider hitting ur kid to be that terrible thats why i said it. You didnt specify how much so i just assumed they hitted u on very few occasions

They keep telling me "Your too skinny, Cory. Its disgusting..." which of course makes me feel soo much better, after all the other ****** shenngians thats happened this year. They even went on to accuse me of starving myself, when they defs know I eat all the ****ing time. I can only just imagine what's going to happen when I tell them I'm gay.

Of course, I just can't deal with people that say one (well-earned) smack is considered "abuse". And you can always tell which kids were hit and which weren't.

The fact they still live together is just disgusting.
I hate them, they've ruined my life

This happened to me too, and i 100% agree with u!

Not financing my culinary school. I had to work for it and got financial help from my ex's family.

Raised by a single mother. She's done nothing terrible to me. #bestmomintheworld

Once when I was 8 my dad threatened to take my toy-horse collection away for being rude.

Nothing bad. I guess the worst was when my hamster was dying and I was crying and watching over him and then my dad made me go to bed. But then he did help me bury him the next day.

Well actually nothing, at least not my mom, cuz at the end she just wants me to be a better person, talking about my father well it's I've never had a good relationship with him so it must be it.

Let's get into all of the times that my mother has told embarrassing stories about me to boyfriends, friends, etc. Or all of the times I've told her secrets and she thought it would be "cute" to tell them to other people. She has never done anything I would consider terrible, though. I was only spanked and put in time out as a child until I was like, 7. But since then, there has been no real punishment for my actions, which I think has benefited me in many ways.

As for my father, I don't know him very well since he's in prison. Crack is indeed wack.

We moved into my new house, which my grandmom had lived in for forty years, and I wanted the biggest room so they gave it to me. They had no problem with it.

She told me the other week they gave it to me because two of my uncles commited suicide in this room and the other went crazy and stabbed my grandmom...