We’ve all heard the age old tale of a father (or mother) stepping out for a pack of cigarettes and leaving forever, never to be seen by their family again. For the most part, our empathy goes towards the family being abandoned. After all, what kind of parent, child or sibling ghosts their flesh and blood without warning?!
Well, when you break down people’s real stories, there is a myriad of reasons ranging from personal and emotional safety, to a full-on love and sex addictions.
In a recent Reddit thread, people who have ghosted their families opened up about their stories, and a lot of them did the right thing.
1. Idrhagun is now raising their baby step-brother.
My dad died when I was pretty young. My mom eventually remarried to a pretty cool guy when I was young. He was honestly an amazing dad, and when my mom got sick when I was a 12, he was absolutely incredible- taking care of everyone, and reaffirming that I was his son. When my mum died, it was just me and him for a few years – and there were some amazing times. He made sure I was seeing a counselor, and we did family things on the weekend. My friends used to joke that he wasn’t even my biological dad and he still made more time for me, and did more things for me than their bio dad’s did.”
“When I was 15, he got remarried. I didn’t exactly like my new step mom, but I didn’t hate her. I think I just thought that the relationship wouldn’t last and he’d move on to someone better. Then they got married and it was kinda weird. I did get an amazing baby brother from that – not all bad.”
“My dad died when I was 17. Literally taken out by an undiagnosed severe allergy. My step-mom got me from school and drove me to the hospital, and when my dad passed away, she handed me my baby brother and said she needed a minute by herself. I never saw her again.”
“She was much younger than my dad, and was an ex-foster are kid with no family or best friends to support her – and I think she looked at her newborn baby and the kid her dead husband inherited and just couldn’t handle it. I sure know I wasn’t prepared to handle it – but my mom and my (biological) dad had been ex-foster care kids and mom told me a few fucked stories so I wasn’t going to let that happen to me or my brother. I do sometimes feel a little resentful that I can’t have the normal life – I’m working too much, and I have a six year old to figure out, to consider college but I don’t want my family to just be cycles of poverty and dead-end jobs.”
2. Popcorn_n_Jellyfish‘s story has a happy ending.
“When I was five, my dad came home from work, and my mom informed him out, completely of the blue, that she wanted an immediate divorce (I found out many years later she’d had an affair and was pregnant). He moved out of the house (they had three little kids together; I was the oldest), and she married her second husband (twice; they weren’t divorced the first time). He was paying child support as he was supposed to, but she was calling him at work and sending him letters at home (his sister kept them), asking for more, and he began to get complaints about it from his bosses.”
“He asked his mother what he should do; she advised him to tell her he was giving her all he could, and all he was ordered to, and that he was going to lose his job if she kept it up. And, that if she didn’t stop, he’d leave the state, and she’d never hear from him again. She thought that would make her wise up and leave him alone. So, he did. But she continued. So, he asked his mother for advice again. Her advice was to follow through. And so, he did. He packed his clothes into his car, and headed for Canada. He got as far as two states north from where he began, liked a little town he came across, and got a job there.”
“I never forgot him. I was the only one of the three of us kids that had any memories of him. But when I was 16 and moved away from my extremely abusive home (in every way), I called my aunt, whose name I knew, who happened to live in the town I was also then living in, and told her I wanted to meet him. Coincidentally, he happened to be visiting her. I met him, my aunt, my grandfather, and my grandmother while he was there. It turned out to be the only time I would ever meet my grandfather; he died two years later. But I will never, ever forget it – he wrapped me up in a big, strong bearhug; told me how beautiful I was; how much he loved me, and how much he’d ALWAYS loved me, and how very, very happy he was to see me again after all these years. I cried then, and I’m crying again now, writing it down. I can still feel the love and caring in his arms.”
“I wasn’t ready to get to know my dad at 16 though; I realize now that I just wanted to “see” him. It took me another 10 years before I contacted him again. But I did; when I was living in California. And when I did, he took two weeks vacation (so did I), drove down to see me, and we spent the entire two weeks getting to know one another. And once he left, we were in contact daily. And I quit my job and moved up to the PNW a month later, because I knew the hole in my heart would never be filled until my dad was a part of my life. And I was correct.”
“My son has a grandpa because of my decision, and my dad is the greatest grandpa there is. I wish he’d have always been in my life, but the outcome I received is worth everything I’ve been through. I love you, Dad. <3”
3. largePPguy left his family and hasn’t looked back.
“Didnt leave my wife and kids as I dont have any but i did walk out on my mother and siblings without any notice. Dad was not in the picture.”
“After? Best decision of my life. My mother refuses treatment for her very serious mental illness or illnesses and was incredibly abusive physically as well and neglectful while i was growing up. I saw the affect it had burn out older siblings with no motive or drive and instead embraced the crazy just to feel sane in the toxic family home we lived in.”
“I was homeless for about a year and a half living out of a duffel and bumming food from friends. I feel like my life hasent even started until i left it behind. I feel like it held me back for 17 years and i now am finally being able to find out who i am.”
“Mom never came looking for me, i reconnected with my estranged father, whome i learned was in the military from the moment he was 18 until he was HD at 43. He has severe PTSD from his 3 tours in Iraq and afghanastan. He’s now getting his Masters in outdoors leadership which i believe is a perfect way to use his massive skill set. I dont see him much if ever but at least i know some blood is still thicker than water.”
4. ice-nymph left their mom to save themselves.
“I didn’t go out for cigarettes, but I pulled a similar stunt.
My mom is abusive and I had no spine, so I told her I was going to move in with my dad for the summer, I said I would be back before the end of August. After I moved in with my dad I got my state ID (my mom didn’t want me to have any kind of id) and I finally got my drivers permit a few weeks later. I felt bad for lying at the time, but now l know if I didn’t lie to her I would have never gotten out of there. I would be stuck living on a shitty little hobby farm with a woman who did everything in her power to tear me down and hurt me.”
5. Ironsweetiez‘s mom took off with them and their sister.
“I was ten years old when my mom and dad split up. We had been expecting it, but I didn’t know that my mom had packed up suitcases for herself, my sister, and I. One day we went to school like everything was normal, and went to my mom’s parents after school. It wasn’t unusual for us to have dinner there. But then mom sat us down and told us we’d be staying there for a while.”
“Ended up being six years before we got our own place. I never got to go back to my bedroom again. My dad got remarried and his wife’s daughter moved in and repainted my room. When I had to visit them I slept on the couch while she slept in my room.”
6. tradal‘s dad had four families.
“My real dad ghosted like 4 families. his first family, he had a son. he was in that family for 13 years, his son had a motorcycle wreck and ended up in intensive care. a year later he ghosted that family and moved to a new state. just up and left, didnt take anything but his clothes and his car. Second family, he had a daughter. he left almost immediately.”
“Then he moved to another state, and married another woman, and had two more kids whom ive never met or spoken to. Dont even know their names tbh. jake? john? jordan? josh? something with a j. he went out for a pack of smokes and never went back(his own words).”
“Then he met my mom, and had my sister first. he ghosted my mom 3.2 years later, then showed up for some quick whoopie, and i happened. he ghosted her, but didnt leave the state. she called the cops and my first memory is of the cops bringing my dad to the house in cuffs and letting him go, only for him to attack my mom while she was holding me and she dropped me. then the cops arrested him. he wanted out, he got out.”
“He had 2 more marriages, but no kids. its his MO to shack up with well off women and mooch until they either kick him out or he gets bored.
Its really fucking painful to see, because i want to be an asswiping dad whose there for his kids every fucking second of their lives. i want to be the exact opposite of him.”
7. ArmyOfDog needed to get out.
“When I was 16, I moved out without telling my stepdad, but my mom was in on it. And I just moved in with my grandparents. I left on a Friday. Got all my stuff in just two trips. I was told he didn’t even notice I was gone the first weekend. He was pretty mad once he figured it out, but it was all mostly a non-event. Everything turned out okay for me. It will have been 21 years, this September.”
8. amcoco saved her children from their father.
“My ex-husband was extremely physically and emotionally abusive, as well as an alcoholic/addict. He obsessively controlled the money and every second of my daily routine; an unplanned five minute delay to get gas on the way home would result in a dressing down (if I was lucky, a beating if I wasn’t). We had three daughters, and on the few occasions I threatened to leave, he’d tell me to go ahead and leave, but I couldn’t take our daughters with me.”
“At one of our couple-friends’ wedding reception, he got drunk as per usual and lost his mind over something insignificant, dragged me around in the street by my hair, and pulled a gun on me (in front of the wedding party). One of his friends – who was a real POS – took me aside while the groom’s mom was driving my ex home, and told me “you don’t have to live like this.” It was like a light went on in my mind – THIS GUY says I don’t have to live like this?!?”
“It took me a couple of weeks to put a plan in place, but one morning after my ex left for work my dad helped me pack everything that would fit in a uhaul, and I gtfo.”
“I’d like to say I never saw him again after that day, but I was pretty lucky he decided to leave me alone after an initial period of stalking and a bout in jail for violating an order of protection. Fast forward 15 years, and I finished undergrad, law school, and post-doc. I’m remarried with two more amazing kids, and life is pretty much goals.”
“EDIT: I forgot to mention the kids! I did take them with me – that was why I left the way I did, since I knew he wouldn’t let me leave with them otherwise. Unfortunately, it’s not been all sunshine and rainbows since, although we had some pretty wonderful times over the years. My ex passed on to the girls a genetic predisposition to serious mental illness, and I lost one daughter to suicide when she was 14. We all were (and are) pretty traumatized, but we cope the best we can and try to appreciate all the other wonderful things life has brought us.”
“EDIT 2: Thanks for the gold, and for the positive comments. All this isn’t something I talk about much in my d2d. It’s been years, but a lot of it is still fresh, and it’s occasionally cathartic to open up to strangers.”
9. JohnSmithDoe1234 found a new life and a new wife.
“Got married right out of high school, everything was going well but we were young and both were our first partners. Came home early one day and walked in on my wife with another man. Standard insanity ensued, followed by her begging for forgiveness and we went to months of counseling. Everything seemed well and dandy, she seemed like a totally different woman and couldn’t live with out me.”
“One day I log into our desktop PC and her Facebook is loaded and there are multiple messages and I had to look. I found exactly what I knew I would find. It crushed me but I acted like nothing happened. That weekend I packed up my favorite clothes and belongings that meant a lot to me and snuck them to the car.”
“Sunday evening I said “Hey I’m going to take the dogs to the dog park and hike for a few hours”. When I left, I texted our neighbor to see if anyone showed up at the house. She replied pretty quickly that a male visitor was by very quickly, I told her goodbye and the dogs and I just drove. I had a decent savings and thought “Fuck it, start off somewhere new” and that is what I did.”
“My ex wife didn’t even try and contact me until around lunch time the next day. When I didn’t respond, she blew me up with photos and videos of her with multiple men and about how bad of a lover I was. It fucked me up but I just kept trucking. I ended up in a smaller town where I saw someone was hiring for my trade. Years later, I re-married to the best human ever.”
“I went home not long ago and my Mom posted a picture of us at a gathering. My ex hit up my facebook and asked if we could meet for a cup of coffee she would like some closure (I obviously would like as well). I have to say, for all the resentment and hatred I had toward this woman, our conversation was pleasant and I felt better after we talked. She understood why I left, she apologized deeply, many times and didn’t try to blame me for anything.”
“After an hour and a little bit of tears (awkward as hell in public hahaha) she asked if it was okay to get a hug. We hugged and said our goodbyes. Once I got home I told my wife about the visit and she got awkward for a few minutes. She left the room and I didn’t follow, I thought “oh I’m sleeping on the couch tonight”. Five minutes later, she came back crying and just gave me the biggest hug ever, she told me she forgot what I went through and she was sorry and glad our life is good. Closing, I left a terrible human for the best human ever.”
“EDIT – This blew up. I would like to thank everyone for their kind words.
1 – I loved those dogs more then most of my family. Sadly, they have passed (old age) and I can’t wait to see them again but thank you for the kind words.”
“2 – Yes we got divorced. It was a pretty quick and painless process. My best friend growing up ended up being a divorce lawyer. When I took off I called him and provided him with the photo/video evidence. Was a pretty simple process after that.”
10. Seyenogard7 stepped out for some cigarettes and left their abusive father.
“When I was 18, I moved out from my abusive father. I was commuting to college at the time and I had morning classes so the night before I packed my car with as much of my stuff as I could, and set off.”
“One of my professors that I regularly talk to after class noticed that my car was full of clothes and asked if everything was okay. Over lunch I explained my situation, and he offered to take me in. I had already made arrangements to live with my mother. After my classes for the day were over I went home for the first time since I was a child to live with my mother.”
“I slept on the couch for months before getting my own bed, and we didn’t always have the money to eat, but we made it work.”
“I have seen my father one time since then because he swore to me that he had changed, that night he proceeded to get wasted and tried to put his hands on me. I haven’t seen him since, and I have no regrets.”
“Edit: Thank you for the gold and silver! I didn’t expect it. I was just wanting to finally share my experience with a wider audience, and maybe bring hope to anyone else in a situation like mine.”
“Edit 2: Just to clear up some confusion that I’ve noticed in the replies, I am a male. “Put hands on me” is a slang term for starting a fight. I’m not sure if it’s popular slang, or regional slang (southeast US) but at no point was I sexually abused. I apologize if there was any confusion.”
11. happyorchardale‘s mom left, came back, then left again.
“My mom just all of the sudden wasn’t there anymore. She and my dad were miserable but my dad wouldn’t agree to divorce. He was a minister at a big church and didn’t believe divorce was right and so instead he tried to stay married to my mom, all while avoiding her and all the unhappiness at home.”
“She never really left her bedroom. She was miserable and she made everyone else miserable, too. She was horrible to me in those last few years. We had been really close before that.”
“She started moving stuff out of the house little by little when no one was home. Like, one day a bookshelf would be gone. And we’d all notice but just kind of go on with our lives.”
“And it bothers me very very much, but her moving out was so abrupt and so ambiguous, that I don’t remember specifics about it. Like I don’t know if it was during the school year or over summer – I don’t know where I was or what was different when I came home that day – but at some point, she didn’t live there anymore. I was 14.”
“My dad told me that God told him she would never come back. I looked up to my dad a lot – he was kind-of on the same level as God in my mind – so I believed him. He soon after started dating another woman – secretly because the church didn’t know he was divorced yet. He intended to marry her as soon as possible.”
“I remember I had to pose for “family photos” with this new woman and her 2 kids. They were printed up and put into a frame and hung over our fireplace. Then one day, my mom came to the house. She told me she had made the biggest mistake of her life, that she loved me, and my brother and my dad, and she wanted to work everything out.”
“I guess God was wrong when he spoke to my dad.Then she walked out of my room and saw the new family portrait over the fireplace. She left quickly.”
“A few days later, she called the house, my dad answered, and she told him to “tell the kids I said goodbye.” Then she hung up. We started calling everyone we could think to call. We tried to call the phone operator, asking if they could trace the call. (this was 1995 so no caller ID or cell phone with a callback number).”
“A bit later that night, my new step-mom-to-be came over and pulled my dad aside. She saw a car at the end of our neighborhood that looked like my moms. My dad called 911. Everyone showed up. My mom had taken a BUCKET of pills. She was barely alive. They took her to the Er and pumped her stomach and intubated her. They told my dad to call my brother so he could come say his goodbyes too.”
“I was let into the room for a while. I looked at the machines and they were plugged into the wall and I stared for a long time thinking I should unplug it because she really didn’t want to be revived and I couldn’t understand why we were doing all of this. But then a nurse came in and said I had to leave while they did stuff.”
“My mom survived. My dad married the other lady. I think this messed me up and I honestly can’t believe Ive typed up this entire recollection. I don’t think about it very often and maybe that’s why I can’t remember the details of the day I realized she’d moved out.
TL:DR dont move out and leave your family without so much as a note, and don’t tell people God told you stuff.”
12. myzery stepped out and saved their own life.
“I grew up in a very abusive strict home. My step father beat both my sisters and then when they left I was next. Anyways one night he made me walk home from the mall because he wouldn’t give me a ride. I called and asked around five and he said you better have your ass home at five. I walked the eight miles and was pretty wiped out when I was coming up the driveway. We had a big front window and I saw him sitting in his chair drinking whiskey waiting for me. When I walked in he said something and I replied you won’t do shit.”
“The next thing I knew he had me pinned to the wall and punched me in the face until I was knocked out. When I woke up I remember feeling the blood from my nose and my mother was standing there and told me I was a disgrace to go clean my face off. I went upstairs and grabbed a hat and walked out and never went back. I was 14 years old at the time.”
13. IornBeagle found their long lost dad and found happiness.
“Growing up, my mother was pretty abusive (mostly emotional) to me and my little sister, this included basically fabricating a false reality (that my dad had divorced my mother and left her penniless then left the state) as well as isolating us from other family members on the basis that they were bad people.”
“Probably the worst thing she did which I still deal with today was turning me and my little sister against each other in these fucked up scenarios. Basically her drug, and or alcohol induced rage of the day would always fall on one of us. However whoever “told” on the other sibling that they did something to anger my mother would face her wrath and the other sibling would have a brief respite.”
“This went on since I was 8 or so. I grew up hating my sister. After i got older I found my best friend in High School and he helped me understand just how fucked up my situation was, given that I assumed that’s how family life was since we were so isolated (no TV or internet) and that my mother was also a teacher at both my elementary and middle school she had control over everything.”
“At 18 I left my house and moved in with my friend, however it wasn’t forever, he was joining the army at the end of school and I had to think of someone to stay with.”
“So I found my dad, states away. I took a long shot and asked him if I could stay with him. He accepted.
I got everything I owned in the world, which fit in a truck bed and while most kids were going off to college I was going to start over in a completely different place with a father I didnt know.”
“It turned out my dad was a decent guy. He wasn’t a saint by any means but league’s better than my mother. He helped me get a Drivers Liscense and eventually helped me join the military, where I have just finished my first year in.”
“I havent seen my little sis in 2 years though. And she still hates me. Even though shes 18 she hasn’t left her mother and since I left shes become “closer” with her. I regret not trying harder to be there for her every day.”
“But as for my life now, I have 3 years left in the Military then I hope to go to college and become a pilot. None of which I EVER thought of when i was living under my mother’s roof.
EDIT: HOLY FUCK!! This blew up so much from what I expected initially, thanks so much for everyone’s kind words and advice, just knowing that other people are out there rooting for me has lifted my spirits so much and now I really have to make it hahaha!”
14. AngelOfDivinity found safety through a payphone call.
“I was a toddler. 2 or so. After 9/11 my mother moved ya up to Vermont with her boyfriend who, for what it is worth, is now in federal prison for first degree murder of another girlfriend. As that indicates he wasn’t a good guy. He wouldn’t let me drink water unless I’d eaten a full meal, and I was two, so my mother had to serve fruit with every meal so I’d have moisture and let me drink water while he was at work. On days he didn’t work she & I would go out and explore as much as we could. We took to cleaning up old over grown graveyards, since it was interesting and fun and most importantly time consuming.”
“But he was very controlling and didn’t want us to leave. She didn’t have a car so we had to walk everywhere. Being from NC and with no ability to purchase a train ticket because he controlled all her finances and she didn’t have a phone, she was forced to use a pay phone to contact my grandparents to fly up and come rescue us and fly us back. And had to tune it with his work schedule to make sure he wasn’t there when they came because she thought he might try to hurt me if he saw them come to take us.”
15. EveryUNIsTaken‘s grandma left all of them.
“My grandmother did. Just left her husband and three kids, the eldest in elementary school.”
“My grandfather made it through. He worked at my great-grandfathers business and went on to own it. He also remarried a few years later. About 25ish years after she left, she contact my dad wanting to meet her grandkids (my older brother and me) and reconnect. I was around two, my brother 5ish. My brother called her by her. This was upsetting to her and she left.”
“15 years pass and once again, she wants to be in our life. This time we go to her. I was excited to meet her, as my grandfathers wife hated her step kids, and thus her step-grandkids. So my teenage self set up a false reality. One bug happy family. Reality was, she had a whole different family she was happy with. A granddaughter who she loved dearly and made quilts with. She called me the wrong name the whole time we were there, even when corrected. She had a cute house with family pictures all over – none of us of course. It’s like she forgot all about her other three kids.”
“She’s just some lady to me. I only know her first name honestly. And I know that I never want to be like her. My dad… he hides it. His life growing up was not great as a result. He’s angry about it, but pretends not to be. But my dad had never, ever not been there for me. He’s honestly sometimes too much there for me.”
16. Maynaise88 ghosted their rapist ex.
“I hadn’t started a family of my own yet but I was engaged to my ex who I just ended up “ghosting” after a few years. It was several years ago and he had to move back to Tokyo for his job (we met in the US while he was an expat) so he asked me to come live with him.”
“Moved, met the family, all that stuff. Then, one day I came down with the flu and was miserable and was so weak I couldn’t even walk myself to the toilet. He was trying to come on to me several times that day and I kept refusing because of obvious reasons. Then I was in the middle of sleeping and he started to take off my clothes and have sex with me while I was sleeping after already refusing it to him.”
“I woke up and was like wtf and made him stop. Then I pretended to be asleep till he left for work the next morning, packed my shit, and left. Dropped the key off at concierge and hurried out of that building in a huge panic. Never spoke to him again. Cut off all contact immediately.I booked hotels for a couple of weeks and met my (now) husband.”
17. rosiedokidoki ghosted their racist mom.
“Mine was “I’m going to the gas station”. I’m in an interfaith and interracial relationship, and my family never ever accepted it. It escalated to physical violence and I needed to make an exit. I let my mom know I wanted to marry him, she told me I could stay and be less than the dirt under her shoe or I could go. I left.”
“It’s been 3 years. I went back once to get my clothes, but haven’t been back. It’s been super trying. They still have some contact with me, but refuse to accept my one and only boundary: show me that you can even fucking acknowledge my fiancé, and then we can start rebuilding.”
“Ultimately, I had to walk away from a place where I was being punished for not doing my “duty” as a daughter, which is putting my happiness second to the respect of the family name. This was the first time in my life I ever truly wanted something just for me—and they couldn’t handle it.”
“So now, they’re stuck in a place where I’m the bad guy—and I’ll always be the bad guy, because to them I should be falling over myself to get my moms to forgive me and I just don’t. It’s really opened my eyes to how toxic my family actually is, and how conservatively I was being raised.”
“My biggest sadness is that my brothers, who I love/d very dearly, cannot fathom going against my mom. But I’m a better and healthier person now, and I would never go back, even if you told me I would love a “normal” life with all of my family talking to me.”
18. Zira361 ghosted their whole family.
“I moved out when I was 15. I was living with my mom, sister, and older brother. It was my older brother’s house. His house was unlivable. The water was orange, there were fleas and ticks everywhere, and, because of his 11 cats (cats that kept reproducing because they were never spayed/neutered), there were PILES of cat poop against the walls. On top of that, my mom was a textbook narcissist. Always going out and partying, passing out drunk, smoking pot and snorting coke, the works.”
“She went to Myrtle Beach for a week. I mentioned it to my best friend, who invited me to stay at her place until my mom came back. Halfway through the week, her mom invited me to live with them. I said yes and stayed there until I left for the Navy two and a half years later. I still talk to my parents sometimes, but it’s an estranged relationship at best. I’m almost 23 and happily married (which I didn’t even tell my family about until a year after), so I suppose it all worked out in the end.”
19. Fear_of_the_Fart ghosted their crazy ex.
“5 years ago I moved in with my then girlfriend. First time living with someone I dated and first relationship in a very long time. She turned out to be a nightmare. She had two boys 4 and 5 and their father died of a drug overdose on their couch less than a year prior ( I did not know this moving in…) and the boys found him. She was also bat shit crazy and was a pretty bad pill head and smoked crack up until a few months before I met her (I moved in with her way too soon because I didn’t feel like paying rent for my apartment when I was never there.Big mistake).”
“I bought a truck from her parents and was making payments on it and we put it in both of our names so I could go on her insurance. I used to leave for work at 4am and sometimes wouldn’t be home until 9-10pm (hour plus drive) and by the time I’d get home she’d usually be plastered drunk, like a bottle of whiskey deep, and would just berate me the second I got home. If I said anything wrong to her she would flip her shit and threaten to take my name off my truck title (that she hid from me) and report it stolen and shit like that.”
“One day I had enough. I called my boss and told him I needed to gtfo of there and needed the day off. I waited until she left for work and moved all my stuff out to a friends house in an rv he had on his property, went to the DMV and filed for a lost title and got a new one just in my name, got new insurance, changed my phone number, and rented a hotel room for 2 weeks far away from her but much closer to my job.”
“I had a few thousand saved up and used almost all of it to get away from her. She never fucking saw it coming. Always told me I was too much of a pussy to actually do anything about how she treated me. Oh and I never paid for the truck… Kind of a dick move to do to her parents but at the time I needed to put as much space between her and I as possible.”
“Oh yeah and she told me she talked to her “psychic” (one of those bullshit phone psychics) and they told her to tell me to spend as much time with my mother as possible because I didn’t have much time with her left…. My mom had just found out she had terminal cancer and only about a year left to live if she was lucky… If I hadn’t completely cut this psycho bitch out of my life I was going to do something very stupid and likely spend a long time in prison.”
“Only thing I feel bad about is ghosting on her two boys. They looked up to me as a father figure and adored me espically because their mom was horribly abusive to them. She would cuss at them like they were adults and would constantly brag about how her sister worked for child protective services so she knew how to abuse them without breaking the law. Things like using distilled vinegar to wash their mouths out instead of soap because it wasn’t child abuse because its technically a food product or other crazy shit.”
“Year of my life I regret but it made me a lot more cautious about relationships. I am now engaged to the love of my life and have gotten sober and my personal and family life is doing nothing but getting better everyday. Still though… Fuck that crazy cunt.”
20. aeongivesnofucks literally grabbed a pack of cigarettes.
“I was 14 and literally went out for a pack of smokes.
I was visiting my estranged dad and his newest family in another state, I was meant to live there as my mom pawned me that way since she was a pill popping alcoholic at the time. I didn’t know that and he hadn’t been in my life for years. When I got there, I was really excited to visit and hang out, but he immediately tried to dictate me without any remorse for being gone or getting to know me again. I wasn’t having any of that, so he slapped me across the face.”
“They passed out and I headed out for smokes (I had quit prior to, but decided to start up again) Three miles later n hickville, I got my smokes. I ended up hitchhiking back and they were just waking from a nap. I told him I didnt want to stay so he later dropped me off at the nearest greyhound without any words. Fast forward to 20 years later, he had a massive stroke and was just diagnosed with dementia so he couldn’t talk much.”
“He could say “yeah” and a few things. I hadn’t spoken to him this entire time. So I drove and flew for 36 hours to spend 12 hours with him. I was sitting next to his bedside and it was quiet. That’s when I told him I forgive him. I knew it was the last time I’d see him. He wanted to say something, but couldn’t. He cried, and said “yeah.” I just replied, “I know I know. I’m your favorite child.” We laughed super hard. He died a year later, in 2015. Sometimes closure isn’t for them, it’s for you.”