CircumcisedClown
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I hate my dumb American Evangelical parents. I’ve thought about cutting them out of my life, and even pillowing them in MineCraft.
If being circumcised wasn’t reason enough to hate them as it is, they were a torment to be raised by. Everything was about being the
>le perfect church family
and I was constantly being shit on, yelled at, and sometimes beat because I wasn’t the perfect little boy in polos and khakis that led worship on Sundays.
Behind closed doors, they were incredibly angry, spiteful, judgemental, and ridiculously competitive. My dad wanted us to succeed him and every other boy we knew despite handicapping us in every way he was and wasn’t growing up.
Not to mention they would helicopter parent us because my older sister was a dumb whore who broke every rule she was ever given. Me and my brothers were literal angels in comparison, and my parents would still flip shit on us for the smallest things, like we didn’t have a sister who was literally getting arrested at 16.
Anyways, now I’m an adult, and the only reason I pretend like I still care about my parents is because my dad still makes way more money than me (like all boomers) and helps me out every now and then. He started a business when he was in his 50s, and if he doesn’t sell it, I’ll likely have a nice inheritance. My mom’s health is garbage, and she likely won’t make it to 80. They’re pleasant now, and I pretend like I’ve forgiven them for a lifetime of shitting on me.
I hope my dad keeps living because he makes good money, so in a way, he wagies for me. I don’t care whether my mom lives or dies, but my dad will probably retire after she’s gone, so I hope she stays ig.
My grandparents are still alive, and I can’t wait for those fuckers to croak.
If being circumcised wasn’t reason enough to hate them as it is, they were a torment to be raised by. Everything was about being the
>le perfect church family
and I was constantly being shit on, yelled at, and sometimes beat because I wasn’t the perfect little boy in polos and khakis that led worship on Sundays.
Behind closed doors, they were incredibly angry, spiteful, judgemental, and ridiculously competitive. My dad wanted us to succeed him and every other boy we knew despite handicapping us in every way he was and wasn’t growing up.
Not to mention they would helicopter parent us because my older sister was a dumb whore who broke every rule she was ever given. Me and my brothers were literal angels in comparison, and my parents would still flip shit on us for the smallest things, like we didn’t have a sister who was literally getting arrested at 16.
Anyways, now I’m an adult, and the only reason I pretend like I still care about my parents is because my dad still makes way more money than me (like all boomers) and helps me out every now and then. He started a business when he was in his 50s, and if he doesn’t sell it, I’ll likely have a nice inheritance. My mom’s health is garbage, and she likely won’t make it to 80. They’re pleasant now, and I pretend like I’ve forgiven them for a lifetime of shitting on me.
I hope my dad keeps living because he makes good money, so in a way, he wagies for me. I don’t care whether my mom lives or dies, but my dad will probably retire after she’s gone, so I hope she stays ig.
My grandparents are still alive, and I can’t wait for those fuckers to croak.





