Anonymous wrote:I'm 13. My Parents own a Golf Course & Restaurant. In 2014, they did Dinners every Saturday. During one of them, my Mother was talking to one of her friends who showed up. I was on the other side of the room, but I still heard their conversation. Her friend asked if I was the youngest child, and my mother replied with, "Yes, he is my youngest. He was also not planned."
After her friend walked away back to her table, I walked over to my Mother and asked her if that was the truth, to which she replied, "You were an accident."
And then she just walked into the kitchen.
Mother never really seemed to care much about me. She'd always cared more about my siblings and my nieces and nephews.
Does my Mother hate me?
Anonymous wrote:OP, I was an accident too. So what? It doesn't mean you weren't loved and wanted. I don't know how old you are, but in a certain era (think: diaphragm) most babies were unexpected. Not a big deal.
Anonymous wrote:You were a happy accident, OP. Cut out this "my momma never loved me" crap. When you have kids, no matter how perfectly un/planned, you'll know it's crap.