To ask the worst things your parents have said to you?

Slag
moron
haven’t even got the courage to kill yourself
look at your birth certificate and laugh that off

You were an accident
Why aren't you like your sister in law?

My ‘D’M told me she only had me so she didn’t have to get a job

I could write a book on this

the one that sticks in my mind is
you look like white trash (I’m mixed)
slut/ slag the usual

you would help anyone apart from your own family

you’re a stuck up show off: swanning around with Ralph Lauren towels, don’t forget you were once a single mum in a scruffy house

my sister was diagnosed with cancer a few months ago. My mother was sobbing to me one day and said who will have her children if she dies?
I said of course I would bring them up and she sneered something about me being too selfish

‘I hate you I hate you I hate you’ while hitting me (I was backed into a corner)

tbh I don’t blame my mum, I blame my dad who upped and left her with 3 very young children and was never seen or heard from again

another one that stuck with me and fundamentally changed the way I viewed my mum

‘your life is so sad’

Don't have children they ruin your life. She had a point.

That I’m being a princess because I’m not letting the man who sexually abused me as a child walk me down the aisle at my wedding.

I eloped in the end.

I once called and asked my parents for a lift to the hospital when I thought my one year old son was having seizures. They wouldn’t come and my mum told me I needed to “take responsibility for my own child”. This was after not having a single break for a year because they never offered to babysit. They’d never once looked after him and “taken responsibility for him” for me. It’s not as though I was dumping him on them all the time. I only asked for help that one time because it was a literal emergency. By the way they live 10 minutes away and were perfectly capable of driving us to the hospital, just couldn’t be bothered. I lost all respect for them that day.

You're boring and no one in the family likes you. I was about 11.. I was a bit of a bookworm and didn't like family parties where they were all drinking.

She once told me if I wore pink cut off (ankle length) striped trousers (early 80s, I was a student) everyone would know I was a prostitute. Hope I'm a more understanding parent!

@InformerYaNoSayDaddyMeSnowMeIGoBlameALickyBoom

me she forgave me for having an affair with her husband (I was 10 and he was 50) and that when i realised she knew about the abuse all along.

Fewer people need to be parents. I mean that seriously.

Yes that's such a mind fuck! It's easier if they're horrible all the time than these ridiculous mood swings.

And ‘you’ll miss her when she’s gone, I’d give anything for one more day with my poor mum’.

x (brother) is more intelligent than you - was hastily revised to he just reads more (I have same uni quals as him)

My mum used to make me pack a shoe box and pretend to phone a children's home and say they were coming to collect me. I was no older than 4 when I remember this first happening. I'd sit and wait for ages then she'd say she'd give me one more chance. She was a social worker, dad was a vicar, I was an only child. We were never that close.

I overheard my mum telling a friend one day that she knew she shouldn’t have favorites but she had one…my cousin.

Oh this is awful!

So sorry to hear that. I am lucky in that I have a good relationship with my dad and a great one with my mom so they have never said anything “nasty”.

My mom did spend years nagging me about getting married and having kids. But since I got old she has left me alone with that. And she did comment once on my weight and after I snapped at her she never has since.

Being told repeatedly that, when I questioned my mother's strange or rude behaviour toward me that it was 'all in my head'. A friend at the time witnessed her behaviour and opened my eyes that she was being unreasonable and off with me.

This may seem like nothing that significant BUT what this led to has been a lifetime of me questioning whether what I hear people say v their actions is congruent. I've not been able to trust my own feelings on things. I've let ex partners tell me how I feel. I've known things haven't been right but because it is ingrained in me that things are 'all in my head' I couldn't trust myself.

Thankfully therapy helped. I finally addressed my mother about it. Her reply 'I can't remember saying that'. Twat.

The second worst was her steadfast refusal to tell me anything about my Dad who died when I was a baby.

This was my mum’s excuse too, only she never apologised and kept calling me a slut even once she knew what it meant because she liked how much it hurt and shamed me. She could be so loving (confusingly) but when I transgressed, her sole intention was to inflict the most intense level of pain possible. Then twenty minutes later she would offer me a cup of tea and chat to me in the brightest, cheeriest way possible as if we were all happy friends.

Oh God, where to start.

I'm a whore, I'm a rotten pig, I should kill myself, doesn't matter if I die, I'm a fucking bitch, I'm the worst of all the children, all the assaults are my fault, I shouldn't be eating that (from a man who looked like Jabba the Hutt just after Christmas), and then the kicker...

"I try so hard to have a good relationship with you, why don't you fucking respect me?"

And that's just the stuff he said to me. I've left out the stuff he said to my mother.

Anyone who's subjecting their kids to this because they think he's a great dad (!) and they'll thank you for it later...they won't. Don't force kids to live with this.

Upon telling her months ago that my brother repeatedly sexually about me as a child her response was and I quote "if you blacken his name around town and he throws himself in the river, that's on you ".

Bullshit they will.
No way 😊

NC for this one. "What you do want to be friends with that girl for? She's crippled and she's slow!" Said about a friend of mine with cerebral palsy and brain damage from a car accident when friend was 5.

For context, mom had a brother with Down Syndrome.

It really isn't. That's why it annoys me when people say, oh but you've only got one mum, as if they're all lovely!

@BradleyGreenToes I don't know if we're from the same era or not (I was a teen in the 90s) but there was some really weird misogyny in our household. Mums boyfriend was of the era who bought the Sun for page 3 and the type of idiot who would catcall women in the street. They would both call me a bitch or slut when angry, but also lecture me about not being popular with boys and that no man would want me because I was no fun. Looking back it was really strange.

I'm glad that I turned out nothing like either of them, something which I know they found insulting in itself. Hope you've managed to escape too, and if not yet, hope you can soon.