What Is the Coolest Way Your Parents Have Stood up for You?
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Are we gonna talk about the hero that is the mother who took care of her children while having BROKEN RIBS!?
What an Amazing woman
I DID ;-))
Did the doctors not ask her if She was in the car accident as well?!
Still, that was badass!
My mother got hit head on in an icy winter car accident when my older sister was still just a baby. She swerved the car so that her side would take the brunt of the impact instead of the passengers' side where my sister was and flung her arm out in front of her carseat on instinct right before impact. When the ambulance arrived they found my sister screaming inconsolably in her carseat. My mom was pulled out of the car and loaded up into a gurney about to be put in the ambulance when she reached out to the EMT, used him to pull herself over to the responder checking out my sister, grab her, and calm her down (she was a little shaken and a lot of cold, but otherwise unharmed). My mother had broken ribs, a mashed face, a severe concussion, ruptured discs in her back, a nearly broken arm, and a broken neck. The other driver died on impact. The seatbelt that secured my sister's carseat in place was snapped.
Put their child in danger and mothers find the kind of psychotic crackhead energy needed to step up against an oncoming freight train and win. Nature is scary.
goddamn that was an amazing story.
That one literally made me cry. What a wonderful damn woman
The coffee table leg mom one is the super hero we all need.
Unless Coffee Table mom is an actual road-rage psychopath that simply justified her behavior when retelling the story.
I might not be familiar with Brooklyn culture, but I believe that leaving your car to assault someone with an actual weapon is a crime even if the people you attack are supposedly dicks.
It's like they say: don't provoke the momma bear.
@@anders8204 imagine actually thinking a mother defending herself and her child from evil people is wrong.
@@anders8204 and if those assholes hit her and her kid, then what? Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. They're lucky they didn't get shot; I'm pretty sure people in 1980s Brooklyn got shot for a lot less than that.
@@goosieschmoo8239 Imagine supporting a road-rager. Sad really.
My mother and I aren’t the closest, so this isn’t the best story on the thread but oh well. I dyed my hair purple one year, because I could. My aunt, who really dislikes me for being goth/alt, told me “if you were my daughter, I’d never let you color your hair.” To which my very conservative mother, who also dislikes dyed hair mind you, says “good thing she isn’t your daughter”
I love you Momma
You're wrong! This IS the best story on the thread. The fact that she disapproves of your choice & you're not close, & still stuck up for you, makes it even more meaningful. Cherish the moment.
Nice! I‘ve gotten my hair dyed crazy colors regularly for years, and the best compliment I ever got was this one 70ish year old conservative woman who came up to me and matter-of-factly said, “You know, my 14 year old granddaughter just tried to dye her hair green and I hate it...but I absolutely love how your hair looks. It’s beautiful.”
We both just started laughing and I thanked her and gave her the name of my hair salon in case she wanted to help her granddaughter get the coloring redone by a professional (which is my go-to advice for anyone who wants to do it for the first time to not damage their hair and get the best results.)
That one always somehow meant more than the rest because she seemed so surprised to see alternative hair color she liked.
@@TheNormExperience Both your stories are so heartwarming. There really is still good in this world.
A good embodiment of "I disagree with you but I will fight for you to be able to express."
Nah that's still pretty freaking awesome of your mom. She disagreed with your choice but still refused to let someone say something to you about it.
I was systematically bullied as a 7 year old by the headmaster and a couple of teachers. It got to the point that I feared going to school, but said nothing because I thought I'd get into trouble if I said anything. Eventually, my sister found out about it and told my parents. My mum, 5'3" of spitting fury had to be restrained when the headmaster made a snotty comment that she didn't like and LAUNCHED herself over his desk to beat the fuck out of him. Another of the teachers (one of the bullies) came in and attempted to grab her, when my dad (a no nonsense prison officer) beat the living shit out of him.
Police were called and after an quick investigation and a chat with me, they said no charges would be pressed if my parents took me home immediately. Nothing more was ever said to me about it all, but I know that there was a staff shake up at the school not long after.
This was in the early 70's when such things could and would be swept under the carpet.
Man, your parents sound fucking cool. Mad respect
My parents were divorced, but heaven forbid you get both of them after you. They tried crap like that with my older sister and my mom showed up and ripped them a new one then my dad got off work and found out and came in the next day and ripped them another one. Not all the staff were fond of us, but they ALL learned to treat us with respect.
My dad is awesome. He lost his shit to a principal who allowed my teacher to bully me. The teacher even let the other kids bully me. My parents got sick of it so they went to the principal after my teacher left me in a closet in the dark. The principal was a bitch and my dad kind of lost his shit. I ended up going to a better school. I’m still grateful for ever time my parents stood up for me. They are awesome
God lord your predicament sounds just like mine when I was 4 but I didn't have anyone looking out for me. But if my Mom ever found out, I know she'd punch the teacher so hard she'd make Ivan Drago flinch.
Dude there was once this girl who chased me with a metal pole and I swear my dad saw red. The family are psychopaths and they have threaten me and my boyfriend
Fighter pilot dad giving impromptu career day is a fucking hero
THAT I LOVED. THE TEACHER WAS RUDE AND INSULTING AND MAKING SLIGHT OF THIS CHILD'S FATHER. I LOVED HOW HE TOOK HER DOWN AND USED HIS EXEMPLAR PRESENTATION TO EDUCATE THE OTHER CHILDREN IN CLASS. WELL DONE ;-))
As a child of a test pilot, that kid probably lived by an air station so the teacher had little reason not to believe them. In those areas there is a higher concentration of pilots in general.
Like there was ever a question?
I was forced to share a bank account with my mother and she would often take money from me to buy things (a new dishwasher, cleaning supplies, presents for family members, supplies for her classroom) and once dad found out he opened an account in my name, transferred all my money into it so mom couldn’t touch it and replaced all of the money she had stolen from me.
She’s still salty about it today and says that dad overstepped but this was money I was earning from mowing grass and shovelling snow and babysit , it’s not like it was allowance or Christmas money
What kind of money were you making for her to buy a new home appliance? Was this when you were a teenager?
@@kyubbiman2255 to be more accurate she only needed a $60-$80 part and yes I was a teen. I had been doing odd jobs since I was ten years old and I was roughly 17 when this happened.
So 7 years of odd work and not being allowed to spend any mo et left me with an okay chunk of change
@@zoesherwin Thank you for clearing that up. No doubt you would have a nice little sum stashed away. Parents are always telling kids to work hard and earn their way in the world then your mom goes and betrays that trust by stealing from you. Did you ever patch things up with her or are you on bad/no terms with her? If you don;t mind me asking.
Pog dad moment
@@kyubbiman2255 I still talk to her and still maintains that she was within her right to do all the crap she did. Reading my diary, going through my phone, making me sleep in her room when she didn’t trust me to be alone(i didn’t text her back with in 10 minutes) etc
I was also forced to do all the house cleaning and decorate her classroom on my weekends so by her logic if I was the only one using the stuff or decorated wrong then clearly I was responsible for reimbursement
When I was in 5th grade, I had a verbally abusive teacher in Writing class who always yelled at me and my classmates whenever we didn't reach her sky high expectations. She would find the smallest flaws in a student's work or behavioral habits and she would either stick her face in theirs and proceed to yell at them or openly yell at them in front of everyone else to shame and degrade them until they sulk or cry. One time, everyone in my grade was doing a project for Black History Month and I was doing a poster board for Barack Obama. I decorated the board with lots of useful info about him and well made drawings of Obama, his family and the White House. But I forgot to add a bibliography mainly because I didn't know what it was. That teacher screamed at me, tore the pictures off my poster, and graded my hard work a big fat zero. I was crying so hard and she preceded to yell at me even more. I was a ten year old girl and I was too afraid of her. I couldn't defend myself because no matter what I did or what I said, she used it against me and made it my fault. My Mama was furious when I told her what happened after going home and the following morning, Mama went to my school and gave that woman a taste of her own medicine. Screaming at her until SHE was the one crying and was apologizing profusely. Even the principal supported my mom. I was so thankful and relieved for what my Mama did and I got the high project grade I deserved.
You don't mess with a Trinidadian mother or her children.
SOMETIMES A TASTE OF THEIR OWN MEDICINE IS NEEDED SO THEY CAN SEE AND FEEL THE PAIN THEY CAUSED. THEY SHOULD NOT BE IN FRONT OF A CLASSROOM THEY ARE NOT TEACHERS BUT BULLIES WHO COULD NOT DO BETTER SO RELEASE THEIR FAILINGS HAS HUMAN BEINGS ON THOSE WHO ARE NOT ABLE TO DEFEND THEMSELVES. LOOK AT THAT, EVEN THE PRINCIPAL BACKED YOUR MUM. LOL KUDOS TO MAMA BEAR. 🙂
Now THAT IS A HERO
You're a Trini too?! Damn!
OMG!! HII TRINIDADIAN FRIEND!!!!!!!
@@awolf2393 TRINI'S UNITIE!! I had No clue Anyone else on here was one!! =D
My mom was raised in the south in the 1950’s. This was when young ladies were expected to behave a “certain way.” No loud voices, never lose their cool, react in an unladylike manners, etc( yeah, makes my skin crawl to think about it, too) But when my sweet, meek and mild, always smiling’ mama heard that her 2 precious daughters were being treated poorly by ANYONE, she morphed into what we called “The Hillbilly Bulldog.” Mean Teachers, irresponsible school nurses and uncaring principals feared this woman marching into their school, unannounced and uninvited. The woman hardly ever yelled, but when she did, teachers in other rooms got real quiet, like they didn’t want to be included in her wrath. She is also the least “Karen-like” person you’ll ever meet. Unless you bully, threaten or lie about her kids. It was great being her kids. (But Heaven help us if we lied, or deserved the punishment or started the fight.) She also passed on her fightin’ MamaBear spirit to her daughters! Lol
Damn straight. I can honestly and proudly say that some soft-spoken mommas are the strongest women you'll ever meet, including mine.
@@redhood7524 THAT IS WHY THEY ARE QUIET AND SOFT-SPOKEN. THEY KNOW THEIR OWN TEMPERMENT. ;-))
My dear sweet sainted mother was a kind, friendly caring woman. Until you messed with her boys and then she turned into a raging storm the devil ran and hid from. Two quotes summed up my mother quite well (My high school hated me because they didn't understand learning disabilities and my ADD wasn't well understood at the time, they just thought I was lazy and a trouble maker and when she went in to deal with things well this sums it up),
"You tell them I'm coming, AND HELL'S COMING WITH ME!"
"And I looked and beheld a white horse, and the rider's name was death, and hell followed."
My mama also deserves that best mom in the world trophy. I was born almost completely blind, so you know what she did? She became an advocate for blind children. She is freaking awesome.
your mom dropped this 👑. dont forget to pick it up and give it back to her
@@lazy_bananakid2232 i’m going to tell her you said that.
@@glamethyst9144 :)
When I was about 11, my dad and I were waiting in line for a ride at the State Fair. He was holding my hand so we wouldn't get separated since the place was packed. The guy running the ride was in an extremely foul mood for whatever reason, and was yelling at everybody not to lean on the fence of the ride, and just generally being an ass towards other carnival workers. Finally our turn for the ride comes. My dad stepped through the gate before me, and the guy looks at me and says the ride is full (it wasn't) gives me a slight push backward and shuts the gate. Now I was an extremely shy and non-confrontational child. I'm only 11 and I'm not sure how to tell this guy that the man that went before me was my dad. My dad realized I wasn't behind him, comes walking over and lays this guy out. The crowd was impressed.
Since my mother is sadly not here to tell the story, I will say it in her place.
So my mom and my grandma weren't very close for a few reasons, even up to my mom's unfortunate death, but one thing she always told me the one time her mom did something cool for her. My mom was in middle school and my grandma was a teacher at a different school. Well my Mom's teacher, we'll call her Mrs. H, was a huge bitch. This woman constantly belittled her students by giving them advanced work with no explanation on how to do it and of course when someone got an equation wrong she would tease them and talk about how her, at the time, 3-year old daughter could do them, and she would call them stupid to their faces. Just an awful person. She went after my poor mom the worst though. To the point my mom would just go straight to her room and cry. My grandma finally noticed something was really wrong and asked my mom if something was going on at school, thinking some kid was picking on her. My grandma was unbelievably shocked to find out Mrs. H was doing that, especially since her and my grandma went to college together. My grandma the next day skipped her class that morning and drove straight over to mom's school, marched up to Mrs. H, and gave her an earful about how she's a moronic narcissist bitch who could teach a dog to sit. She made Mrs. H cry. My grandma told her if she ever hears from my mom about her treating kids like that again she would personally make sure her teaching license would be revoked and left. My mom said ever since that day Mrs. H never was mean to another student again and avoided eye contact with my mom at all times. And I'm proud to say that it really stuck with her too. I say that cause I had Mrs. H too in middle school. When my mom saw who I had, she made sure to go to the open house that year and have me introduce myself as her daughter. Mrs. H never made eye contact with me either.
Greatest Grandma ever 😂
This happened to my Grandfather. Back in elementary school, he received a beating from the Principal with a rubber hose. It tore him open so bad, the bleeding wouldn't stop. Limping home, he was justifiably frightened. My Great Grandfather was a rough and tumble Dutch sailor who had warned him on numerous occasions that whatever he got in school, he would be getting at home too so my poor Grandfather chose to suffer in silence. Dinner time came around and he sat in a pool of his own blood and in absolute agony. Finally, dinner was over and he was limping off to his room when my Great Grandfather saw the blood dripping out of his pant leg and leaving a trail on the floor. My Great Grandparents saw the damage and was told what happened. Instead of repeating the punishment like what was promised, my Great Grandfather very calmly put on his hat and coat, went to the school, and beat the holy shit out of the principal.
This is the greatest great grandfather ever beat the crap out of the principal priceless.
Dang what happened to the principal
@@Hellothere-ky4jr No idea. This was the early 1900s so probably nothing.
I didn't know you could get such deep wounds from rubber hoses.
I have autism and my mum handled it pretty well, treating me the same way as my other siblings while giving me the help I needed. Making it very clear that I wasn't a freak and that she loved all three of her kids equally. Meanwhile, my first school it was horrible. None of the staff knew how to handle an autistic child and basically labelled me a problem child. Mum was called in to talk to the head teacher who basically told her what a bad kid I was and how they were going to suspend me. She then informed them that, not only would she be taking me out of school that very moment, she would be taking my sister too and we would never be coming back. The head said she couldn't do that. Mum dared him to stop her. She took my hand, we walked to my sister's class and got her, and basically walked out of the school in the middle of the day without another word. My next school was much better and I owe everything to mum. She taught me that being autistic wasn't a bad thing and taught me how to be independent and kind.
I am also Autistic
Gotta preface this by saying my dad is a VERY nonviolent, very chill dude. I've never seen him lose his temper at a stranger or yell at anyone. Now let me tell you the story of how he threatened to beat up a small child-
When I was in seventh grade I genetically had (and still have) pretty shitty teeth. Their very crooked and there's a large gap in my front teeth. My family couldn't afford braces, so I just lived with this. Didn't really care that much anyway. Until a boy took to calling me 'goat face'. I was already having a rough year, having just moved to this school and literally the entire class was mean to me. I know that sounds ridiculous, but this was small-ass school. There was a total of 70 people in my class and those who didn't bully me, were indifferent to me. Anyways, I went home, upset, and told my dad this kid was calling me goat face. I'd told the teachers but they told me to ignore it, or straight up didn't believe me. Even though he said it right in front of them. So, small town, small school, my dad and I head into the local bakery and start looking at some sweets to get. While we're there I pull him aside and tell him that the kid who calls me 'goat face' is there, also shopping with his buddies. My dad told me to go get something and vanished. The next day the kid apologized to me and never called me 'goat face' again. but I didn't learn what my dad did until a few years later. Now, my dad is not especially intimidating, but he is tall, and he's clever. So he walked up to these kids, and said in his gruffest, lowest voice "HEY! Are you the guys calling my daughter goat face?!" These are jr. high boys, so my dad who's only 6ft. is TOWERING over them. He basically spent a good five minutes telling them that if they ever made fun of me again, he would hunt them down and kick their asses. (He wouldn't.) Then just walked back to me like nothing happened. Thankfully after Jr. high the boys wised up and became a lot nicer. I was even kinda friendly with them by the time I graduated.
Only 6 ft? I'm 5'7. Fuck.
@@redhood7524 Yeah, he's not that tall. But compared to a 12 y/o boy, that was enough.
@@americaroleplayer Red was saying that _is_ tall, and it actually is. You might not think it is tall because you’re used to it, but the average height of a man is around 5’9”. So your dad _really did_ tower over the kid and was probably taller than their dad. 🤣
🤣 Your beginning paragraph was hilarious!
god this story makes me become concious about my teeth
i'm in a pretty much identical situation as you (crooked asf teeth bc my family cant get braces)
The story @ 4:44 reminded me (female) of when I was in first grade a boy (Derek) a couple years older than me kept bullying me in the hallways. I wasn’t responding to his taunts until he said “Your mom’s a whore!” Apparently I turned around and kicked him hard in the nuts then ran to my classroom. My parents were called and they supported my response. I was called into the principal’s office and gently instructed to get a teacher next time. The principal also said to go directly to him if Derek ever said anything to me again.
Derek’s mom wanted me punished but I was allowed to go about my day while Derek was suspended. My dad told me later on that the principal was great about it and chuckled when recounting the story to my parents. The 80’s were an amazing time.
That reminds be of a similar scenario that happened to me back when i was in Grade 6 (so around late 2011 to mid 2012) a kid the same age came up to me and said that "Your mom dresses like a trashy prostitute" witch isn't true but he pissed me off so i then proceeded to kick his face in i uesaly don't fight back dew to being the weak nerdy kid that was quite most of the time
In elementary school, a classmate punched my twice in the arm and left bruises all over it. My teacher at the time didn't believe me when I said what happened and ignored my pain. My parents weren't notified at all and I spent the rest of my day with said bruise throbbing.
When I got home, I told my parents about it and I don't think I'd ever seen my mom so ready to murder someone. They went to not only the school to chew the teacher and principal out, but then went to the kid's mom and showed her what her child did. It was clear they wouldn't allow her to get away with causing harm to a classmate.
Before I lost all my vision, I went to an eye doctor every six months. Once, we got a different doctor than my usual one. He was flipping through letters on the TV screen across the room and I guessed one letter, then said I couldn’t at all make out another. The eye doctor said, “Oh come on, now I know you’re not trying. It’s the same size as the last one,” and my dad almost hit this guy on the back of his head with my heavy metal folding cane.
What did you lose your vision to
i hate doctors cause most i’ve seen were like this, my aunts eye doctor also refused to believe she couldn’t see some letters, called her dramatic and refused to prescribe glasses, what the hell goes on in their heads?
@@MelissaBezerra THEY ARE LAZY, THE WORK THAT GOES INTO DOING A REFERRAL, YET THEY GET PAID FOR IT. THEY FORGOT THEY CHOSE THAT PATH OF CAREER. SMFF
Doctors didn't believe I was born HoH because the testing nurse cheated. Mother had to fight to make them believe that was going on because they were pretending not to notice.
Why are they like that, especially if they're not getting paid?? They're IN THAT JOB WITH YEARS OF RESEARCH FOR A REASON??? Why bother if you just want to be an abliest jerk??? What shiggles are you getting out of making the parents angry??
I WISH I was faking my disability but why do they think we are??
Obviously they're faking being doctors too. ¬_¬
It’s amazing to hear stories of 1) parents believing their children and 2) children not wanting to betray that trust so they lived honest lives. Win-Win!
There were these two teachers who had it out for me. one was my guidance counselor and she always tried at every chance she could get to fail me when she insists she is trying to help. one time I was actually so focused and doing well in class the math teacher forced her out of the room. what happened later that week was that she made a fake sexual harassment report "signed" by the student i am very close with. the student in queestion said that he was asked by the teacher just a question and that was that, but he never made a report, plus the "signature" on the document wasn't his, it was his dad's. my dad came down and tore into her, she tried to get a word in but my dad didn't allow it. my dad lemme tell you is a teddy bear most of the time, but when he gets angry, it like world war 5. not 3 or 4. in the end she was forced to step away as counselor for me, and guess what? my grades actually skyrocketed to the top after she left. seems she was causing the problem rather than solving it. I have more stories of my dad turning the room into a warzone, and my mom is not that different.
I'm glad you have a dad like that!
Jeez, that guidance counselor sounds truly awful. I can relate to the people who are supposed to be "helping" only reinforcing or even outright *causing* the problem, though.
@@hyliastone286 tbh the school entirely had problems. in just that one year we had scandals, s**cide attempts, lawsuits. it was a dark year for the school but unfortunately it got worse. thankfully i dropped out years later cuz my mental health was soaring and uncontrollable and it was the best course to leave. besides it was also getting too expensive. for one year now it costs 45k-60k dollars for the first six months.
@@bernhardprziwara2392 *_JEEZUS!_* I hope that school goes under.
@@hyliastone286 last i heard the school is in jeopardy because they are blacklisted by teacher agencies and they are lucky to even get 1 or 2 new students. hell, even kindergarten is costing 10-15k for just 4 hours of class.
Holy crap, that mom in the first story sounds just like my sister Anne. She's 5'4" and petite. I am 6'1" and elephantine. And I wouldn't mess with her. And she did the same thing, only she used her high heel and didn't have a kid with her or anything....oh, and she leaped on the car and beat the door of the douchemobile with her shoe. Must have been scary AF for those assholes. GOOD.,
I find angry petite women like my mom scary as hell. Guys like Jason and Micheal are intimidating, but nothing puts the fear of God in me more than a little woman swinging a broomstick with your inevitable doom in her eyes.
As a petite, unassuming, self-proclaimed “mama bear” myself, I can tell you that when your kids are in danger, the ADRENALINE that takes over makes you feel like an NFL linebacker. Plus, we’re small, quick and people tend to underestimate us. I like to say, “Underestimate me, please. It’s my superpower.”
Plus, if you screw with my kids, I’m from Chicago, so jail doesn’t scare me. 😉
@@mickidee6714 I wouldn’t be surprised if men who get their butts kicked by a woman they are harassing began their behavior with “it’s just a woman” without realizing what a woman is capable of for the safety of herself and/or children.
Yes, please. Think I’m “just a woman” and threaten my child. The outcome will not be in your favor.
My mom was a teacher in the HS that my brother attended. In his final year, he was appointed Head Prefect. The faculty advisor took acception to his having a beard so cornered my mom in the staffroom to complain & demand that she make him shave. She informed him my brother was 18 & therefore an adult that could make his own decisions about what to do with his face. Then, when we moved to Australia & i got into HS, my sister & i were punished for wearing earrings & had them confiscated (very small, plain gold hoops BTW). My mom was informed & told that if we did it again we would be suspended. My mom was not impressed with the way it was handled so decided to seek some innocent revenge. She sincerely informed the Head Mistress that our ears were pierced & if we didn't wear earrings the holes would close. She went on to explain that, while traveling extensively for work, my father took great pleasure in buying earrings for his daughters & he would be extremely disappointed if we were no longer able to wear any. The outcome was, my sister & i wore our little hoops every day to school. The beauty was, we had pierced our ears years previously so there was no chance the holes would close even if we went weeks without wearing any.
I was a very rebellious teenager at high school. My home economics teacher was just so tough on me, and it was a subject that I enjoyed. I had moved from living with my mum and stepfather, who was abusive, and moved in with my father. Now my dad was a very successful business man, who wore Pierre Cardin suits and was a great boss to his employees. But the first parent/teacher night that my father attended that home ec teacher was bitching about me to him. He was furious, as he was aware that I had been physically abused by my stepfather, whereas the teacher just thought that I was a little shit, which I was sometimes. My father came home from that interview, steam still coming out of his ears and apparently he told her that her age was higher than her I.Q. It has become a running joke in our family still after 46 years. I was so proud of him. He knew what I had been through.
When I was in Kindergarten, there was a boy who would torment me at recess by sticking his two fingers (pointer and middle) in his mouth and chasing me across the yard with them. This went on for a while until I finally broke down at dinner. My dad was livid. The next time he drove me to school, I saw the kid as we pulled up and pointed him out to my dad. He said, "Stay here for a second." I didnt see or remember this for a while, but years later dad told the story that he grabbed this kid by the scruff of the neck and said to him, "If you bother my daughter again, I'll punch your lights out." He never chased me around again. Many years after I heard the first version, it came out that he didn't say "punch your lights out". He actually said, "If you bother my daughter, I'll kill you." I still respect it. That kid was wack.
There were two jerks in elementary school that would harass me every day, but if one was sick, you never saw the other one. Could only come after me two on one. Anyway, one day I snapped, walked into the school's equipment room, grabbed a bat a chased the two jerks screaming, "Which one of you wants it first?" I was a big kid for 11 and it took two teachers to get me to stop and let go of the bat, the whole time they have me pinned down I'm screaming "I'm gonna beat them to death! Let me go!" Eventually I calmed down and my mother shows up. She asks me what happened and I started to explain when the principle interrupted and my dear sweet sainted mother give him a glare that has sent me into hiding many times and says, "I asked Grimm what happened not you, I'll talk to you in a minute." I told her everything. The bullying, the teachers doing nothing when I told them, the works. My mother turned and asked why this was allowed to happen. The principle made some half arsed argument and my mother lit into him calling him useless and an idiot. The principle had the sudden bright idea that remaining silent was the best idea ever. By the time my mother was finished he looked about three inches tall. Then another teacher (One of the ones that tackled me) asked what if I had actually caught them with the bat. My mother said, "He'd probably have broken their ribs. But luckily he didn't."
"But those boys are terrified."
"Good, maybe they'll leave my son alone from now on. I assume we're done here now? I'll be taking my son home now."
She did tell me not to chase anyone else with a bat, but that was about it. Didn't even get yelled at or grounded.
In fourth grade I fractured my right arm and the doctor who was to put the cast on didn't wrap it with enough layers and I got burned.....
Mom was furious.....
And attacked him verbally.
Must admit her attacking his weight was a low blow but he deserved it
He yanked my arm out of the home-made sling which hurt like hell....he was so aggressive claiming we were disturbing his dinner time.
He got fired after he almost cut my arm off when I went to get my cast replaced.
HAHA. HE HAD MORE TIME FOR HIS DINNER THEN. ;-))
@@KADDIE101 I KNOW, I KNOW, IT MY THOUGHTS SLIPPED OUT AND TRAVELLED VERTICALLY TO MY TONGUE AND FELL OVER THE PRECIPE OF MY TEETH; GOT A SOFT LANDING ON MY LIPS BUT STILL ROLLED ALL THE WAY TO MY FINGERTIPS AND BANGED THE KEYS ON THE LAPPY.... HAHA, JUST COULDN'T HELP IT..HAHA. 🙂
@@KADDIE101 NOW YOU MAKING ME LAUGH ALL OVER AGAIN...
I was bullied a lot in school and would fight back and defend myself. I would still get the same suspension the bullies got. Each time my mom would demand the camera footage and each time it was clear I was defending myself due to being cornered and having no way out but fight or take the beating. One time my mom had enough and filed charges against the bullies. The school tried to say it was just a child's squabble, but my mom told them if that were true then why were they handing out 5-10 day sentences on the victim (me). She also got the school board involved. After this incident, I would only get detentions and maybe a 1 day suspension anytime I defended myself.
Bit of backstory; I'm bi, in an M/M relationship, and I'm an ex-mormon.
My mother is super supportive, but she used to have missionaries come over all the time because she still practices. My bf and I wanted to be as unprobpematic as possible so we just didn't mention we were dating.
My mother, trying to be as supportive as she can (bless her heart), tells the missionaries "This is my son and his boyfriend!".
I ended up complaining to my Dad that the missionaries are gonna want to talk to us about "converting from sin" and all that fun jazz. He tells me, "Nope. That's not happening. Not to my son. Not in my house"
The fateful hour comes, and they turn to me and my bf and start talking about homosexuality being written as sin. At this point my dad pipes up and say the words I'll always remember. "Change the subject or get out. This is my house, this is my family"
You know you fucked up when Mister Rogers has to get involved.
no one gets away from mister rogers
Lol that story was AWESOME!!
These videos are restoring my faith in humanity. It's nice to read stories like these instead of entitled parents once in a while.
Literally cursing out the clergy.
When I was in first grade, so 6 years old, I would go to the pee about an hour after lunch. I guess one day my (literally a nun) teacher got sick of it and refused. Made me stand in the corner. Yelled at me because I wasn’t standing still. And then screamed at me when I peed my pants.
She drags me to the principals (a literal priest) office and they scold me for being disgusting and call my mom at work.
When my mom heard to whole story, and how they were gonna punish me for the disrespect, disrupting and the mess, mom went full Karen.
I was sitting outside the office, and heard her explode in fury. I never heard mom use language like that, and didn’t know you could say those types of words to a priest and a nun. And I say she went Karen because she used the line of “I don’t pay you people for this” which is a Karenish kind of thing to say.
She refused to allow them to punish me, took me hope to clean up and change them took me to McDonald’s.
She went on to organize the parents who hated that particular nun, and that was that nuns last year teaching at the school
A Mother's love knows no end.
So Does A Mother's Rage is something to be aware of.
I'm autistic, and have problems with panic disorders. I used to have a teacher who would be mean about it and sometimes send my parents angry emails about how I left the classroom even when he told me no (I was having a panic attack) and my father, who is a lawyer and knows right about everything, got angry for me, and answered my teacher with a long belitteling passive- agressive mail explaining to him he was an idiot. He also got the school to host a course over autumn break for all the teachers in school about autistic kids. I love my dad.
5:50 all they did was dispose the trash in the proper receptacle. I don't see the problem 😂
That was epic haha
Lol love how the mom did the same exact thing 😄
YOU TALKING ABOUT THE CHINESE FAMILY. THAT MADE ME LAUGH... 🙂
Thought the same thing 😂
@@queenashantee8432 🤨
I was home from college on Christmas break and my family decided to make a family favorite, fondue. What we would do is heat oil in the fondue pot on the stove then bring it over to the table to cook the meat. I was carrying the old pot over to the table when the handle broke spilling hot oil down my legs. My barefoot dad ran over, grabbed me, and carried me to the bathtub where he ran cold water over my legs...all while standing there with burning oil on his feet. The soles of his feet ended up being giant blisters and he couldn't walk for days. This happened about 40 years ago and I still remember this act of love. My dad has been dead for almost 25 years and I miss him every day.
The Mr. Roger one was just straight up epic! Bad*ss!
so much power in just being the nicest guy possible.
My Kindergarten Teacher was racist & falsely accused me of never participating. Meaning I wouldn’t be allowed to move onto 1st grade. My mother found out what was happening & had to threaten the school with a lawsuit for them to let me go into 1st grade.
SO EFFECTIVELY PUTTING YOU IN A DISADVANTAGE POSITION BEFORE YOU EVEN STARTED YOU EDUCATION 'PROPERLY' THAT IS WHY IT IS IMPORTANT TO LISTEN TO THE CHILD AND READ BETWEEN THE WORDS OF THESE ERSTWHILE 'TEACHERS' THEY TRY THEIR BEST TO DAMAGE THE POTENTIALS OF CHILDREN BEFORE THEY HAVE THE CHANCE OF EXPRESSING THEMSELVES... HAVE TO STAND UP TO THE BULLIES AND POINT THEM OUT..
@@queenashantee8432 If it helps, when confronted with the accusations, I stuck to my guns without relenting. What’s crazy, is the teacher was so nice to my face even years after the fact. Like it never even happen.
@@musicallydisneyamvs6731 THAT MAKES IT EVEN WORSE. THEY ARE SMILING IN YOUR FACE, CAN'T IMAGINE WHAT THEY SAYING BEHIND YOUR BACKE. I JUST THINK OF THE OTHER KIDS SHE IS STILL DOING IT TOO... I WISH YOU WELL AND FAMILY. STAY STRONG AND CONSCIENTIOUS. 🙂
@@queenashantee8432 Thanks ❤️ I appreciate it. But if it helps? I took her two face as a learning opportunity. I learnt to hide pain behind a gleefully smile. My Middle school & HS bullies HATED this! Picture it! A sweet smiling Asian with a side of smack talk. 🤣
@@musicallydisneyamvs6731 HAHA, SOUNDS LIKE A NICE RECIPE. I AM SURE NOT A LOT CAME FOR 'SECONDS' LOLL. YES YOU ARE RIGHT. RACIST DISCRIMINATION TAUGHT ME WELL HOW TO 'READ A ROOM' . I STILL DO IT TO THIS DAY. SO MANY ACCUSATIONS AND UNDERESTIMISATIONS. I JUST SMILE AND DO ME. THEN THERE IS ALL SHOCKS AT MY ABILITY. TO BE TENACIOUS IN MY EFFORTS HAS SCORED ME MORE POINTS THAN I COULD IMAGINE. LOLL. AND I STILL SMILE AT THEM BECAUSE I KNEW THEIR ORIGINAL THOUGHTS ABOUT ME. I JUST KEEP MY DISTANCE. DO YOU AND BE HAPPY. SOUNDS LIKE YOU ARE TOO. ;-))
I have dozens of stories of this. All through middle school I was put in special education classes (I have autism, generalized anxiety disorder, and during 7th-8th grade had issues with selective mutism as well), and the special education teachers were always very keen on sabotaging their special needs students in any way possible. Since I was the only black kid in a school of primarily white kids in a rich neighborhood, I was especially neglected by my special ed. instructors. Nobody noticed that I even had autism until I was in 10th grade and got an outside clinician, even though in hindsight the signs were extremely obvious since birth. (Extreme hearing sensitivity, follows rules to a needless fault and would get upset if other kids around me wouldn't, reading at a very high level at a very young age but preferred to sit with teachers because kids were loud and I didn't have any friends, habitually staring at the ground even to this day, etc.)
It's hard to choose just one instance of my mom standing up for me against the special ed teachers and administration, especially since in 8th grade it seemed like every other day they were sending me to the office and calling my mother for crying in class, but one time sticks out to me more than most.
I don't remember why I was crying, but knowing 8th grade it might have just come out from the amount of stress I was under both in and outside of school. My core class teachers always liked me, and that day my science teacher seemed really worried that I had just gone to the corner to cry when a group project had been announced. Where my science teacher tried to comfort me, the special ed. teacher present (who was required to follow me everywhere, even to the bathroom, all day every day) went straight to threatening me. As previously mentioned, I've always been a rule-following kid, and got really stressed whenever I thought I was going to get in trouble, so threatening and telling me that I was disrupting class only made the issue worse. It may not seem like a big deal to anyone reading this, but for me, it was a massive deal that I eventually got so stressed that I got up to go to the office, and while the student aid was following me I instead went to my locker to grab my phone. I texted my mom something along the lines of "please pick me up, my teacher is crazy" and went to sit in the office after that.
When my mom arrived, she ignored the student aid, ignored the secretary, ignored the head special ed. teacher, ignored the principal, and first went to me and asked me if I was alright. I said "no" but couldn't answer why since, well, it was just stress, and it was hard for me to verbalize that when I was at that age. My mom then asked the teachers + principal what had happened, and got mixed responses of "she was disturbing class" and "she grabbed her phone without permission." My mom then asked if any of them bothered asking why I was crying, and they all looked a bit bewildered when they said "no", which was typical for them. My mom proceeded to give them a half-hour long lecture on how if I'm feeling panicked and unsafe enough to text her myself, it's their *job* to take care of me and find out what's wrong, and how threatening punishment a sensitive and anxious eighth grader for crying in class was disgusting and completely uncalled for, and my mom ended up taking me out for ice cream on the way home that day.
The next day, no special ed. instructor acted any differently or even addressed the situation with me, but my science teacher sat down with me at lunch (I usually sat alone) just to check in on me and my principal apologized to me for what happened as well, even though she had nothing to do with any of it and was just randomly brought a crying child and an angry mother in the middle of the afternoon. It really goes to show who cares about you and who doesn't.
I was getting bullied for the same girl for years, my mom finally had enough and said "Beat her ass, if you lose I swear to God you're in trouble".
Well when I tried to fight her we never got physical but the AP and counselor got involved, AP told me that my parents wouldn't want me to speak how I was.
Long story short my Mom cursed the AP out for not dealing with the situation sooner, aswell as trying to get me I trouble for cursing, Mom told her to tell me good job.
My mother and I had a history of things but my mother had an epic story to tell of how she handled a few problems. My mom grew up in a time and place when kids could beat the daylights out of each other for just about anything and bullying was handled by beating the bully until they stopped.
Well when I was little my mother went out with my grandmother to pick up groceries and left my aunt in charge of me. My aunt had a few screws loose and did drugs from time to time and my aunt lost track of me. I somehow made my way from my grandparents house to the neighbors house and got my head stuck in the neighbors dog door.
My aunt found me and ripped my head out of the door; shaving a huge chunk of my hair off my head and cutting my head. She berated and screamed at me and took me home before hitting my butt as hard as humanly possible and sending me to my room.
When my mom came home and found out what happened the fight that ensued was horrendous and I never heard a word of it: all I know is my mom came to me and did a home hair cut to fix everything and she got into a bit of an argument with my dad about it while she cut my hair. But she didn't give me a punishment nearly as severe as my aunt did and after that my aunt was never again left in charge of me.
While I loved my aunt as a kid; my mother explained to me years later what kind of a scummy person she was and what she had been doing most of her life.
But this isn't the first time my mother would step up for someone. My mother has stuck her nose out for my sister in many occasions and has stuck out for me and never known it.
My Dad has stuck out for me a few times and my most memorable was when he chewed a woman out for calling me a word I can't repeat on RUclips or they will remove this comment. The chewing was so epic I wish I could repeat it here but it involved a lot of deep cutting insults and a harassment charge being threatened. Most of these stories happened when I was little so my memory of them isn't that great.
My mother got my first grade teacher fired because she hit me with a paddle even though my mom signed a paper stating no corporal punishment. This was the late 70’s. The teachers reason:‘She’s (me) smart when speaking but won’t listen when I say write letters like this’. I wrote them backward. Turned out after being tested for a learning disability, I was diagnosed with dyslexia. I was on a 3rd grade level in 1st grade.
My ma shouted at the Head of 6th Form when he threatened to kick my oldest brother out on bullsh*t grounds, shouted at him again when he refused with my next brother to talk about/give resources for apprenticeships, full on blanked him publicly after he gloated about all his students that got into top uni's except my youngest brother, and helped me drop out after he refused to give me monetary aid for a dyslexia assessment and lied to my face multiple times about it. And my dad stands up for me against my mum when he sees me struggling with my depression.
I can't wait for my child to come on here and answer this question one day 🤣 I don't play about mine
When I was very little my parents got a divorce. It was a combination of many things, but kids generally don't care about that stuff. My mom had majority custody, and my dad worked his butt off only for my mom to constantly be running him down and trying to mess up his time with us kids. One weekend we were supposed to be staying with him, but my mom somehow stopped him from coming to get us, I think she took us somewhere so we weren't at home, this was LONG before cellphones. Well she dodged him a couple more times somehow, but he caught up with us at church, and my dad said he was taking us for the rest of his time. We obviously wanted to go with him. My uncle (mom's brother) and a couple other guys at the church tried to stop him from leaving with us and my dad stomped the dog snot out of 3 or 4 dudes just so he could spend a couple hours with us before taking us back to my mom's house. It's times like that that make me wish I'd gone to live with my dad permanently far earlier than I did.
My mom wasn’t defending me, but actually my sister’s girlfriend. It was still awesome though, so I’m going to tell it. A couple years ago, my sister’s gf (a legal adult) moved in with us with her dog, as she wanted to get away from home and her shitty mom. Well, her mom freaked tf out on her, called my sister a bad influence, threatened us will calling the cops for kidnapping, etc. She said she was going to show up at our place to drag the gf home. My mom wasn’t having any of it, so she told the gf to tell her mom that if she showed up, she would beat the shit out of her. My mom deals with irritable and out of control people all the time, as she works security at a casino and has worked there for well over a decade (she’s now lead officer). We knew she would follow through on what she said if the mom did show up.
Well, turns out the gf’s mom knew it too, because we sat and waited all day to see if she would show, and she didn’t. She still has never shown her face around us, and my sister’s gf is still happily living with us. Oh, and her dog is the sweetest thing.
My mom threatened to take my school to court if the cheerleader who attacked me wasn’t punished
Honestly I’m speechless
I love the thought of the blind dad so determined to protect his daughter that he called for his gun! 🤣 People talk about maternal instinct (which is, of course, _incredibly_ strong in women that have it), but the paternal instinct exists too!
And I was laughing the entire time OP was talking about their dad beating the crap out of a flock of geese. Geese really are a-holes.
When I was 6 I was bullied by another girl. She kept saying my older sister is going to kick your butt! I told her I didn’t think so. She ran over to her sister and pointed me out, she pointed out my sister and told her she wasn’t getting her butt kicked for her so she better leave me alone! She never bothered me again.
In 7th grade my Spanish teacher refused to teach me because I was the only 7th grader in his class (I had the credit to be in his class despite it being an 8th grade class) the only time I actually got help in that class was when he had a substitute that helped me with an assignment. When my mom found out she went up to the school and yelled at them. I don't know what happened but my mom told me he was fired which wasn't true because I saw him the next day.
Another time in 3rd grade my teacher wouldn't let me have a cupcake during this kids party, I wanted a chocolate and was going to wait for the chocolate ones but this girl was determined to give me vanilla, I wasn't being rude about it I simply said "Oh I want a chocolate one I'll wait for (name of kid with the chocolate ones)" but she basically demanded I take a vanilla one. My teacher instead of telling the girl off took away my cupcake so when I came home I was crying. My mom screamed at the teacher for it over the phone.
So I have a story! It happened recently too. It was the they after Christmas and we had just gotten done eating at our old local Outback and two people were arguing(fat man with beard on a truck and man that looks like Moist CR1T1CAL) and the ladder started cursing out the former. My mother started asking the guys to stop cursing because there’s technically two children (my brother who is very cool and me who likes PIKUNIKU, Hollow Knight and Kirby) and then the man who was cursing took a forward and started raising his fists. Now if you know my family you would know not to take a step forward to have a fight and I know that sounds cringe but it’s actually true because my father, brother and me are skilled in taekwondo. ( my dad is a black belt with four white stripes) But anyway my dad takes one look at man who purpose only get beat up and the dude backs down. I will update this whenever other crazy stuff happens in my old hometown. (Iowa is sometimes actual garbage)
I'm so sorry but I laughed so hard when you said one of the guys looked like Charlie.
I was in 1st grade. Some kids where trying to bully me and other kids I knew (like my brother and my friend). My dad told my brother and I that, if someone tries to, punch them in the face with all you've got. The next day, a kid from the 3rd grade tried to push me around. I punched him square in the face. The romor spread and some kids from my class did not believe it. The boy sitting next to me started teasing me in class, pointing to his face and saying, come one, hit me. In class I was a goody-2-shoes so I can see why nobody believed I could hit him. I did. In the middle of class, I stood up, punched him in the face and as a result, he lost a tooth. My dad was called to the school. In front of the principal, dad told me I did a good job, took me home and bought me ice cream on the way back.
Dang awesome dad lol
Kol ha-kavod, Yulia.
I will never forget the time when a group of bullies attacked me and my friends, even if the memories of the event itself are shaky. I'm not 100% sure what happened, but I do know that I was grabbed by the ankles and dropped face first onto someone's shoe, and as we were leaving one of them threw a football at the back of my head and shouted "score!" When it connected. I don't know what else happened, but I do know that I had a small scar under my right eye as a result of the incident until only a year or two ago now, over a decade later.
My Dad is generally a very chill guy, very calm, very quiet, loves making jokes and bring snarky, although he is also irritable at times due to his life-long sleep apnoea. He generally keeps to himself too, to the point where comedically enough, because my Mum kept her maiden name, a lot of people consistently refer to me using her surname instead of Dad's, or even give my Dad my Mum's surname when writing letters or documents or whatever.
But when he found out what happened, he got so furious and the bullies is broken so sobbing and cryibg that it was held over the head of one of the bullies ever afterwards by pretty much everyone, right up until his family moved away.
I don't miss him, he didn't improve much with age. Though sometimes I worry about what life must be like now in his messed up household.
These stories make me smile, as a mom of three. :)
I was badly bullied for as long as I can remember, adults, kids...I have terrible anxiety in crowds and with strangers because of it, but at the same time, immensely fiery protectiveness of my kids if they seem bullied and no one helps them. I know it has worked to a degree, but now the issue for my eldest is that, without bullies, no one interacts with her at all in school. I do not know how to help her, she is ten. I just share bits of my own bully experiences when I can, try to take her with us almost everywhere, tell her it does get better one day, and I'm looking for a therapist for her. :(
She has attached hard to my newborn, wants to hold him and just stare into his eyes. I have wondered if he has given her some feeling of...I'm not sure what to call it - hope? A friend? But I hope it helps.
SHE TALKS TO HIM. THAT IS HER BUDDY AND SHE WILL PROTECT HIM WITH HER LIFE. DON'T WORRY JUST BE HER VANGUARD AND YOU WILL GET THE RIGHT THERAPIST FOR HER TOO.
Maybe comfort. Maybe a kindred spirit. I'm sorry your daughter is being bullied.
A school official (She was about 50 years old) made me cry because she was making us pay the tuition 2 months earlier and I kept saying for about 3 weeks that we don't have the money for that right now (tight budget 'ya know?). It was about lunch time and I got called into the office, it was really scary because I was 11 and rarely got called into the office. As soon as I got into their office she was the only one there, the librarian was gone and so was the principal and other teachers. As soon as I got into her area she scolded me about how I shouldn't go into a private school when my parents can't afford it (I was always in the top 3 which gives student a good discount) and how I was a stain in the schools reputation and how people like my "class" should not go to institutions like that and so and so. She went on a 15 minute tirade and I was already sobbing, my collar sopping wet from my tears and snot. As soon as she turned and sat down I made run for it and ran away to our house (which was a 10 minute run) students, teachers and parents were wondering why a scrawny little child like me was running away scream-crying. As soon as my Mom heard my gasps and cries she instantly went and hugged me asking why I was crying. As soon as I told her the story she grabbed me and yelled at my dad to close the gates and headed for a beeline. After 30 minutes of argument with the school official and principal while teachers were hugging, comforting and talking about how trashy the old lady was. My mom gently grabbed me from my teacher and yelled something about how I was an important asset to the school and how they wouldn't competitions without me.
For those wondering, Gaidhlig is Scottish Gaelic.
THANK YOU I WAS GOING TO GOOGLE THE WORD. ;-))
We went to Myrtle beach and we went to WonderWorks. This was in 2019. We were all having a good time. So me and by sister Janna were playing a game there and my mom was watching us. A lady came up to her and told her to leave the game because there was a long line. We were also in that long line. Soon they started arguing and the lady told us to leave the game, it was our turn at doing this game. So then this lady then demanded that we leave or she was gonna get the manager. When the manager came, she was gone. Now when she told me what happened, I was like "Cool". Now that I think about, this story made me sit back and have a good laugh. My mom is a badass when mad.
The third story alnost made me cry. My parents are the most important people in my life. Even though I don't always get along with them, they're human beings are they aren't perfect. That mother is truly a great person. When your parents show their love, TAKE IT IN AND GIVE IT BACK. Even the smallest things mean a lot to them
That mom who ignored her own broken ribs gg to that mom pls everyone press f to pay respects😎😃
This happened recently. My little bro in high school was calling me while walking down the hallway towards the bus-stop. I’m just talking to him asking how his day went when all of a sudden I hear a group of kids run up to him and keep talking shit to him he ignored them and they eventually wandered off. I knew exactly what it was and asked Danny immediately if they do this every day and he said yes. Immediately called my mom with Danny still on the line and explained what I had just heard over the phone and had Danny confirm it. Let’s just say that the next day the security recordings were brought and they identified the kid immediately. Kid literally got called out in the middle of class and everyone knew that he was a bully and was caught on security footage. Let’s just say that he no longer does it anymore. It’s funny because in school I was always the one to bring in the kid who nobody wanted to hang out with. I was always a friend to people who didn’t have any because they were weird. Even got praised in middle school because of it. I know what it’s like to be the weird kid and have no friends because that was me in elementary school.
One of my favorite stories about my dad is this: So, I got expelled from my school about a month ago (long story, it was a dumb reason) and we were discussing getting the case appealed because in my city the public schools district has a rule where they don’t take kids that got expelled from another district (I went to a Catholic school, which was a different district). Anyway, we’re getting it appealed not just so I can go to school but because they didn’t even follow the outline for expulsion outlined in the handbook, and we’re discussing it, and my older sister randomly brings up how the principal looks like the muppet version of Gary from the Muppets 2011 movie. And then my dad responds with how the principal is “a Muppet of a man”, and I cracked up. That’s a favorite thing of mine that my dad has said.
“You tattled on me to Mr. Rogers.”
That’s honestly the best revenge/having your kids back I’ve ever heard.
I’m going to share this about myself because my daughter still thanks me for it about 2 years later.
She was bullied by a particular psychopath (seriously, she eventually had to be put in a hospital) for about 2 years. Kids are mean and manipulative, but this girl took it further than any I’ve seen. I talked to teachers. I talked to principals. I talked to the f*ing board. I went to PTA meetings. I couldn’t have her move schools because I didn’t have enough $ to move districts. I looked into homeschooling her but once again, couldn’t afford to do so. I tried the whole “ignore her” (desperately hoping it would work, but knowing it was unlikely.) I was at my wits end.
Seeing my beautiful, creative daughter start to get more and more withdrawn hurt my heart. I felt so helpless. No one would listen to me. I reached a breaking point. I’m not a “violence is never the answer person”. I’m a “violence should be the last resort” person. We were at the last resort.
I gave her a completely irresponsible suggestion and told her that if she ever fought back, I would not be mad at her. And fought back she did. I got called to the office. When I got there, my daughter, the other girl and the other girl’s mother were there. They had the AUDACITY to call my daughter a bully and say they wanted to expel her. I was furious.
Then something happened I did not expect... the girl’s mom took my daughters side. Apparently the week before, she had found her daughter’s journal. She had been detailing past and future tortures to do to my daughter. (Apparently mom didn’t think to tell the school this before her daughter got her butt whooped.)
My daughter got 2 days suspension. Girl got moved.
It definitely wasn’t a “happily ever after” moment for me because I found out my daughter had 2 years of suppressed rage inside her. She apparently hadn’t liked her therapist and had never told me because she “didn’t want me to feel bad”, so she had been sharing surface info only. But at least no one messed with her again. That “zero tolerance” bull needs to be changed. It should be zero tolerance against bullies not their victims.
She’s moved onto middle school, and things are going great. This principal actually cares and the “don’t mess with S” stuck with my daughter. Even the older kids don’t mess with her. She hasn’t used violence since. She knows I’ll always be there for her. She knows mama has got her back. ❤️
If there are any parents on here whose kids are getting bullied, you are not alone. It can get better. Just be there for your kid and do everything in your power to let them know they aren’t alone.
My story is from Halloween. It wasn't my mom, but a close friend's mom. Both of our families were at my house on the front lawn. We saw a scuffle on the sidewalk and some dust. Apparently one kid had pepper sprayed another so my friend's mom had ran out and grabbed the attacker. She clamped on and he couldn't get away. We called the police and let the guy with pepper spray on his eyes into our house to shower. Momma bear power took over once she heard screaming so it was a crazy night. We didn't even like the kid we were helping, he was unfortunate to have crappy parents
When I came out as transgender (ftm) to my mom, she was in pure denial (technically my school outed me to her but whatever). I was terrified to come out to my dad because I was afraid that he was going to react the same way. I had started going by my preferred name and pronouns at school, since it was freshman year and I had all new teachers. Long story short, I was bullied mercilessly by my peers. (Slammed against lockers, had people shouting my deadname and calling me a girl in class and the hallways, cyberbullying me, calling me slurs/making gagging noises when they saw me) But the thing that caused my mom to lose her shit was when a group of my bullies had nominated me for homecoming royalty at a joke. I’m not kidding, they would pretend to be all nice and friendly, but say my name in such a condescending manner, and pretended like they were being kind by nominating me. As the headstrong kid I am, I decided that I wasn’t gonna back down. If they were gonna nominate me, then I’ll win the vote and be able to shove it in their faces, and if I don’t win, at least I didn’t let myself be belittled by them. My mom took great issue with the fact that I was choosing to go forward with running for hoco lord (freshman had lord and lady). She said that she didn’t want me to bring too much attention to myself because I’m “different”.
Fast forward a week or so, and she had told my dad that I was nominated and planning to run for hoco royalty. My dad didn’t see anything wrong with it, but was more worried that I wasn’t doing well mentally bc of school and asked me what was up. I reluctantly told him that Im trans and that im a boy and want to go by the name Evan. My heart was pounding and I was terrified, but the first words out of his mouth were “how can I support you?” I felt an overwhelming feeling of belonging, and it healed the part of me that had been broken by my mother’s response of “no, you’re not a boy” a month prior. I told my dad “maybe don’t sit me down and try to convince me that im a girl?” As my mom had been doing that to me for weeks. My dad looked shocked, glanced to my mother and back at me and said: “that won’t happen anymore.” The look of pure rage on my mothers face was satisfying for me, and since that day, my dad has been my biggest advocate. After I came out to him, he took me homecoming shopping and got me slacks, a button up, and a bow tie and helped me figure out my sizes. When my mom was taking my transition personally and thinking that she made a “mistake” as if there was something wrong with me, he told her: “this isn’t about *you*, this is about *Evan* and he just needs to be supported.” He later threatened to leave my mother if she chose not to accept me for who I am. Sure, I felt guilty over the fact that I might be the reason for my parents’ divorce, but I later realized that it wouldn’t have been my fault, it would’ve been my mom’s. When I got a consultation at a trans youth support center, my dad expressed how he’s taken it as a learning experience and thinks that it’s brought him and I closer (cuz it has) and he’s lucky to be able to get to know his son, not the person I was forced to be for so long. And when I got a testosterone consultation and was prescribed period blockers to take until I can start T, my mom began taking it personally again and asked if she was being “supportive enough” by not saying anything. My dad was so peeved at the fact that she only cared about appearing supportive, and argued with her the whole way home where she said repeatedly: “I’m always told that my feelings are wrong and I’m the bad guy and I can’t do anything right because you all just shut me down!” And watching my dad made me feel brave enough to face my mom once we got home, and before I got out of the car and went inside, I told her “the things that you’re saying we’re doing to you are what you’ve been doing to me for my entire life. Telling me that I’m not a boy and that I’m wrong for identifying as one. I’d say karma’s a bitch, but it seems like you get it now.”
My mom has now began to make a real effort to understand and accept me, and my testosterone start date is March 15th!
TL;DR - my mom was transphobic and my dad wouldn’t tolerate it for a second. He threatened to leave my mom, and advocated for me to get HRT, and continues to be my biggest support.
Edit: I didn’t end up running for hoco royalty, sadly, as my deadname ended up on the roster as a candidate for lady instead of lord, so I removed myself from the voting ballot and when the hoco football game rolled around, two of my friends won both lord and lady and it was so exciting for our whole group. I’m currently a Junior and no longer attend that highschool for obvious reasons. I go to a private charter school that provides college education to highschool students, and I’ll be graduating highschool with an associate’s degree!
This puts a smile on my face, congrats🤩
Really? You told Mr. Rogers on me?
EPIC!!!
My father broke the nose of one of my many bullies when i was in elementary school. I had a hard time back then. No teachers, or friends stood up for me and my family couldnt be there for me on the school ground. But one day my father brought me to school and the bully decided to humiliate me in front of my father. He immediately went up to him, called him names and punched the living shit out of him. This bully decided to never do something to me again since this point. Sadly this was just one of many like i said but that he stood up for me risking to get sued just so that i can go to school without being scared was the coolest thing he has ever done for me. I am so proud of my dad, he is a tough guy and takes no 💩 from nobody.
15:25 it made me laugh that the mom was only mad that learned the word crap 🤣
it’s not as cool or as amazing as some of the stuff in the video, but, for quick context, my parents are pretty humorous people and always (lovingly) tease me about any hobbies I’m into but overall support me in my endeavors. I had gotten into D&D recently and they did their usual humorous, harmless teasing. Cue a few months after getting into it and doing online sessions with friends and they have to travel out for some funeral. One of the guests there was talking about retro/vintage things becoming popular and another one says “Yeah, like D&D…” in a rather condescending, rude tone. To which my mom apparently responded “Yeah, my daughter plays that.” And stated the woman down almost daring to say anything else. The lady apparently just coughed awkwardly and tried to save face but just cowered slightly from my mom after that. idk, I just constantly think about how my mom stood up for me when I wasn’t around and it feels nice…
I love my mom a lot and to me she will always be the coolest mom. My mom made so many sacrifices for me and my siblings, so many that I am grateful for. Back when I was little my mom would drop me off to an ex's place where his family would watch me. I don't remember the details, but my mom told me that one day I told her that her ex had touch me inappropriately. My mother, a 5'2 correctional officer (she isn't one anyone as she left due to me getting sick back in the 2010s) absolutely beat the hell out of her ex for touching her daughter while she was away doing her job.
With all the compilations of bad examples of parents, it's really refreshing to hear all these stories of parents who are absolutely wonderful people.
One night I was with my mom at the cinema watching a movie when a couple sits in front of us, everything normal and we continue watching the movie. After a while I notice that the girl looks at me funny from time to time. By some time the couple starts to argue and suddenly the guy gets up from the seat and looks at me while he asks "do you have a problem with my girlfriend? " I confusedly asked him what he was talking about and he said I was throwing soda to his girlfriend (he seemed really mad and I have social anxiety so this was really hard for me lmao) to which I said no and the guy and the girl leave the room, I continued watching the movie and they come back to the room with a security and he asks me if I am throwing soda to the girl, I said no again and the security and us (this is where my mom gets really angry) look up at the ceiling and see that water was actually falling from there to her seat. My mom starts going off on the couple and they just kept quiet.
In my second year of high school I had tutoring session to speak English better. I hated every moment of it because it repeated the same material over and over for nearly the whole school year. I wanted to quit and said that to my father. So he had scheduled to end my sessions; i didn't want to partake with said interaction so I hoped into the truck. My father came out rather annoyed and slammed the truck door; we pulled out of the parking lot and started back home then he told me what had occurred. One of the tutors asked if I was special since i didn't talk much despite being a grade-a pupil and completed all my tasks and achieved a lot of tokens. I was furious and wanted him to turn around and yell at them. My father just said, "they're there for the pay check and they don't care if you do good or bad; it's not worth yelling at them at their own stupidity".
(Both my parents were raised by the silent generation and each taught me valuable lessons from both of their different upbringings. Being: honest, respectful, and polite are the skills that I use the most)
USING SILENCE IS AN ACTUAL WEAPON. IT MAKES PEOPLE REACT BECAUSE THEY DO NOT KNOW WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN. SCORCH THE EARTH WITH SILENCE AND USE YOUR VOICE WHEN APPROPRIATE. IT WORKS WONDERS. ;-))
Me: *Calls my parents about how much I dislike my new job*
My dad: “Has your boss had lunch with you ever?”
Me: “Uh… no?”
My dad, dropping lifetime+ wisdom: “Would you really want to work for somebody who wouldn’t break bread with you?”
As someone who was open with parents and teachers about being bullied and abused, but never had anything done because “if you really were being hurt it would be harder to talk about, so you’re obviously lying.” I just want to say these parents really are awesome people.
Not a parent but I backhanded a girl trying to make my sister feel bad about losing a toy when we were in day care. Ik she stole it.
This isn't related to the question, I just still feel good about doing it.
We see so much bad stories about parents it’s good to see something different.
I fell out of my stroller and my mom took me to the hospital. I was showing signs of a concussion (I was 2 at the time). The doctor said I was fine but my mom was so pissed at him. She said that she's never going to take me back there again for anything. We went to the neighbors house who the guy happened to be a doctor and was much better and we always went to his clinic instead after that.
All the times my dad and mother wrecked my brother, I love them dearly
upvoting purely for the mom contacting MR. ROGERS
My mom usually have stood up for me many times but there is one I'll never forget,my brother is a jerk along with the other 2 siblings I have, when they used to call my mom to either fight with her or talk to her or to attack me and use me as a scapegoat. my jerk of a brother called my mom to have a conversation it lead to me about having a job. He asked my mom if I was working and that "I have to be working" and he loves comparing me to my younger niece who started working a while back, and to be honest I do have a job where I work at home and get paid by this job,but my siblings plus my brother have no idea that I work and that they assume I'm an unemployed bum and they have shunned me for that and everytime they call they never ask if I'm OK if I'm heathly or well nothing they only care if I'm making the big money 💰. Which my mom got annoyed since they do it every fricking time they call her so when my brother kept "lecturing" my mom to force me to get a job . She had enough and called him out because my brother is a hypocrite she called him out for being unemployed (he lost his job a while back for not getting along with the other staff members) and he usually spends his day in bed watching TV while his "current wife" (which is not my niece's mom) works everyday to support his lazy ass and yet he has the nerve to tell me to go get a job and she told him to go get a job is what my mom told him before hanging up. She's not a perfect mom but she's a good mom and I love her 💕
My mom is an angel of kindness (most of the time), but she can quickly turn that off and become a loud angry and scary demon of a woman. For context, she works as a middle school counselor, and she was also my counselor for three years (so I know what it feels like). I have never witnessed her in rage mode when it comes to other people, but there has a been a couple of times where a student (and one or two times even a teacher) would treat me or my brother like shit, and later that day she mentions her talk with whoever it was. My mom knows that some of the students are scared of her, but obviously it's only the troublemaker students that think that.
I have always loved drawing and been very good at it. When I was 11, I went to try an art class for the first time. The teacher was mediocre at best, and most of the kids’ work was better than hers.
She came around to the side of the table that me and my friends were sitting, looked at my art, and said “you’re not a real artist. A real artist NEVER draws like that.”(she was referring to the fact that I had been crosshatching in shadows instead of just doing lines)
That absolutely *crushed* my confidence, and I ran out crying. I went out and found my grandma, who was talking with other parents, and told her what the teacher said.
Her and my friends’ moms all looked kind of shocked, and without missing a beat, she said “She can go screw herself.”
She walked me into the room to go get my pencils back, looked at the teacher’s whiteboard, and said *very* clearly, “Wow, the person who drew this isn’t very good!” And then smirked at the teacher(whose face was now quite red) on the way out. All the kids at the table were stifling giggles at that.
It’s still such a lovely memory. She got me ice cream on the way home and told me that she questioned whether that teacher had ever drawn anything before that.
My mom defended me alot growing up, for alot of different things. One in particular was when I was suspended for 3 days for not having a pencil. Eventually though, she stopped altogether because it stressed her out so much. Also didnt stop her from abusing me at home for my grades, but at least she knew when the school was being ridiculous
You got suspended for not having a pencil??
@@sadespain2339 yep, my mom still has the slip, I wanted to frame it tbh
20:45 _Mom contacts Mister Rogers to get justice for kid_
BOSS MOVE
When I was 7 my teacher would often not let me go to the washroom. I have a small bladder and a note in my school file letting them know not to keep me from it. One day the teacher made me wet my pats and then sent me to change using lost and found clothes. Instead of changing I walked home wet by myself! My mom walked me back to school and ripped my principal a new one! The teacher didn’t loss her job but she, or any of her colleagues never made that mistake again!
Not really my “parents” or “standing up for me” but I have a fun story about my grandma.
Long story short, I’m sitting in the passenger seat for one of the first times (I was younger at this point and not used to riding shotgun.) so I’m already fairly happy. We’re driving to a family friend’s house for a 4th of July pool party, so double yay. Food and swimming on a summer day. My little brother (only by about 2 years) was in the backseat of her mini-van. So typical grandma driving her kids to do fun shit type of situation.
But when things when to hell was when we were about 3/4 of the way to this family friend’s house. We’re driving up this service drive which looks down the hill toward the highway on one side, and my grandma spots about 4 teenagers (The youngest of which could have been my brother’s age.) screwing around by the guard rail looking down the hill.
Now this is dangerous for several reasons, but I was staring at my phone at the time and didn’t see exactly why she suddenly shouted something along the lines of “THAT’S NOT NICE.” And proceeded to slow the car down to shout at them.
At this point I’m just shocked that my normally sweet, religious-asf, cookie-baking grandma is shouting at a group of random boys. But then she puts the icing on the cake and proceeds to CHASE these four boys WITH HER CAR about 1/2 a block into the neighborhood.
To be fair, they booked it across the street first after getting caught basically red-handed. My grandma later claimed she saw them holding a baseball or something over the railing, which very well could have killed somebody in a car down below had they dropped it.
But 15 year old me thought it was the funniest and most badass shit I ever saw. Especially when my grandma stops the car, rolls down her window (with me in the passenger trying my hardest to keep the shit-eating grin off my face.) and yells “YOU BOYS COULD HAVE KILLED SOMEONE, YOU KNOW THAT?!” And the oldest literally looked like he was going to cry. I saw him on the phone after my grandma rolled up the window, and my goodness I was absolutely blown away. I like to imagine he called his mom because “This scary old lady in a van was yelling at me.”
The icing on the cake was when I looked back to see if my little brother was alright (he got abnormally quiet) even after my grandma made a lighthearted joke about “Well now I won’t get mad at you both if you do something dumb at the party”, and saw him with this absolutely scared shitless look in his face. I laughed for about 20 minutes I swear.
For context, my grandma is literally the sweetest old lady ever and I’ve NEVER seen her that angry before. She did raise my dad, my other 3 uncles, and my aunt though; so she’s got some backbone. I think that’s the only time I’ve heard her shout like that, and I learned very well that day to never ever piss my grandma off to that level. Lol. I hope I’m that badass when I’m her age.
It’s instinctive for a parent to protect their child. I’ve got so many instances of my own mother it not even funny. Heck i wouldn’t be surprised if she’s actually killed somebody or at least had one of her connections do it. She can be scary as it is now it’s the grandbabies turn and her husband is scarier than she is when it comes to being protective a family. But I can’t really say anything. I think I get my psychotic tendencies from her. When it comes to protecting my kids.
I was waiting for the bus and my dad was out there with me. The bus pulls in and so does another car from the other lane. He slows down but refuses to stop until he sees my dad walk in front of his car and pound the front of it, screaming "THIS IS MY SON! FUCKING STOP!"
I couldn't stop thinking about that for the rest of the day. A little overkill if you ask me.
6 years being a relentlessly bullied at a Armenian private school in California. Even down to my mother being made fun of by the other moms because she was born in Syria and didn’t know much Armenian (My whole family is blood Armenian but most of us are from Syria). I was being bullied by the teachers, the students, older and younger than me (it was such a small school) and by moms (things like being left out of games at ressess, being the only one not invited to bday parties being yelled at by teachers for being a slow writer or generally just not understanding something). It got to a point where I would come home from school cryiing every day and began pulling out my hair to the point where I started having bald spots. My mom being the absolute beast that she is, came to the school after months of trying to get the principle to do something, finally had enough. She drove to the school and while I was in class, made the pinciple leave her office and yelled at her in Arabic and was syaing every thing bad in the Arabic language about one of my teachers, all while this teacher was watching from the top of the stairs. My mom waited until the day before the last day of school (where all the kids would have a water day, we would be in swimsuits and it was supposed to be fun… if you weren’t being bullied) to pull us out, didn’t even say anything, didn’t fill out any paperwork, just simply picked me and my siblings up and we never came back. They tried calling us a month later asking if my mom wanted to pick up any of my art drawings or belonging I left in my desk and my mom told them in her broken English that she will see them all in hell for what they did to me. and then wrote a very lengthy and vulgur post on FB that led to the owner of the school calling asking her to take the post down, which she did not.
Daaaaaaaaaamn! A teacher got Mr. Rogers called on her. Can you imagine how small you'd feel having Mr. Rogers talk to you about mistreating a child? He wouldn't even be mean about it, he'd be caring... and make you feel like scum for it at the same time.
These stories are heartwarming to hear and replenishes my faith in parents everywhere. I have a girl who is about to turn 3 and there isn’t a thing on earth I wouldn’t do for her. If she’s ever wronged in such ways you bet your ass I’ll go full primal papa bear.
I'm with you. My oldest is about to turn 4 and God help the person that ever tries to wrong her in any way. They'll wish they never met me.
I wore a form fitting dress (my mom picked it) to church once. Some of the older women were talking about me and my mom got wind of it. She walks to where they are and goes, "she's covered, you're just mad because you're not shaped like her, keep my daughter's name out of your mouth"
When I was 17, on one very snowy weekend during which I just stayed in due to the 10” of snow that fell Friday. I had shoveled the drive and walkways for my parents but never cleared my car off at all. On Sunday night, there’s a knock at the front door, I was in my room but can hear my dad talking, then he calls me. I walk into the room and a neighbor from a couple streets away is standing there. And my dad asks, “Did you crash through his fence and drive away without saying anything?” I said No, but the neighbor said he was told it was my car that destroyed his fence. And I said when did it happen, and he said Friday night/Saturday morning, to which I said well, my car hasn’t moved since it started snowing. My dad said, “We’ll, there you go, it wasn’t him.” But the neighbor just couldn’t take that evidence as my innocence, so my dad said, “My son won’t lie about anything he’s done.” The neighbor finally backed down and apologized for interrupting our evening. Later I found out that it was this old drunkard in the area, and he was driving an el Camino which looked nothing like my car. But I was glad my dad backed me up.
When I was a rebellious teen, got expelled from school and was still bad when we had to meet with the superintendent to see what they'd do. My dad said I was making a lot of progress, doing good and was smart, just a lot of nice things and a lot weren't necessarily true at the time. He got me out of a lot of trouble by doing that. Thanks dad
You know I can't really blame that "What Your Parents Do" teacher all that much. Children love action heroes so it can be pretty skeptical when they start bragging that one or both of their parents are apparently one. However, the right thing to do would be for the teacher to call the parent themself to make sure the kid isn't pulling their leg. This is because my mom, as a teacher herself, had heard some pretty out there stories that she likes to share about what her kids think their parents do: from fighting aliens, to being able to stick to walls. But mom would take anything military on face value because her family has a military history.
Adults are like this to adults too though. We moved down to a lovely countryside cottage, this was like 20 years ago, dad went to get a job in the nearest town.
He wrote where he lived.
The guy didn't believe he lived there. 'We have no slots for dreamers'.
........ Why do they want us to lie??
I think it'd be obvious if he made up an address or used an already-taken address...! XD
27:04 If that was MY mother that would've ended a lot more... violently, she owns a freaking sword and knows how to use the thing to screw someone's day over, I know this because she had to use it as a threat to some people who almost left me black-and-blue for no goddamn reason, Mothers are not to be trifled with, regardless of what they have on hand.
This stuff is great.
My dad had one rule with my mom. If I was ever getting hit, and I fought back, mom would either accept it or end up divorced instantly. No matter what the divorce cost, he would do it.
My mom expected me to just take it and kindly negotiate, like that would ever work with bullies.
My dad had a simple rule as many good dad's do. The rule is that you never start a fight. However, if someone starts a fight with you, do anything to finish it. Also, codes of honor don't apply, feel free to kick the guy in the nuts. Codes of honor are for gyms and profession matches.
This isn’t a story as interesting as the other ones but oh well.
Me and my mother have a lot in common to the point that our relationship is pretty much just like 2 best friends hanging out, when I was a kid I always looked up to her since not only she’s pretty but she’s also a confident woman who stands up for herself when she has to. This one time when we were out on vacation, we had some fun at a restaurant for a bit and decided to go back to the hotel since it was getting late. I have to admit something though, I saw these 2 guys that actually looked like they were around 19-20 years old and they kept staring a lot but I didn’t really care since I thought I was just overthinking it. We get to the car and drive away to go back to the hotel, as I was playing some music and minding my own business I started noticing something strange, when we got on the car at first I noticed the same 2 guys going back to their car too - it was a red car and pretty big tbh, that same car was behind us which made me think it was kind of weird and I told my mom about it, she took every turn possible just so we could make sure if they were following us or not, and it turns out they actually were. My mom kept driving back to the hotel and I thought it was stupid to go back to the hotel since I felt pretty scared of letting them know where we’re staying, my “superwoman” mother goes ahead and assures me that everything is okay and we finally arrive - the security guy suspects something since he’s seen us before with my father so he probably thought it was strange that those guys were behind us, he goes ahead and asks “Are they with you?” My mom speaks english just not very well, she misunderstood his question thinking he was asking about my father if he was “with us” as in if he’s included with us at the hotel, I honestly don’t know how she misunderstood but she decides to just nod her head and here comes my 15 year old self who didn’t even know what he asked since I can barely hear anything he’s saying, she noticed that they got in too which was “weird” to us, I honestly don’t know how to explain this very well but as we all know a decent minded person would park normally, but my mom decided to park at the center which means they can’t park next to us so I guess that was a bit clever, we get off the car and this dumbass goes like “But you parked at the center” so my mom looks back to him and goes like “I’m aware, so what’s your point?” He knew that she did it on purpose. To my surprise my mother FULLY understood what that security guy meant and just wanted to beat the shit out of those 2 guys who were like 20 years younger than her - keep in mind that when they first started arguing they were trying to act all tough and shit, the reason why my mom suddenly decided to go ahead and beat the shit out of them was because they started talking inappropriately about me just to get her mad, I wasn’t scared of them instead I was actually scared of my mother who started getting pissed at me telling me to go ahead and call some security before they get away with it, I go ahead and do that and all I know is that they got kicked out and my mother who was acting all demonic 5 mins ago just simply goes back acting all innocent in front of my father, she was a very protective mother indeed and still is tbh.
My mom saved me from suicide several times, as well as a stalker, and a guy that attempted to kidnap me(emphasis on attempt, dude just followed me with a white van)-and literally got kicked out of a theater when i was 2 because some lady was an arse when I was running around a theater.
Shes a fucking badass.
My baseball team was picking on me in the dugout because my poor eyesight made it hard to hit the ball. I was great on the field, went from left field up to 2nd basemen, but they didn't care. My dad, who had coached a winning team 2 years in a row, came into the dugout and set them straight. Talked about how they need to be more respectful because we are a team, we all have the same goal, we need to act like winners, etc. The game went on and no one said a thing. We ended up losing barely and the kid who was the biggest bully came off the field in tears. This was, mind you, an hour after my dad stood up for me. He claimed it was because my dad "yelled at him" but we all knew it was because he's a child who can't stand losing. I quit baseball because of that day and my dad didn't blame me. Wish I had gone back though. It was fun.
Once, my emotionally and verbally abusive mother was fighting with my 2nd sister over something and my 2nd sister yelled something about how I tell her about the horrible things my mom has said behind her back to me (My mom has a hobby of talking shit about my 2nd sister for no apparent reason). My mom then tried to argue with me about it, knowing full well I would get mad anxiety and start to stutter uncontrollably. My sister wasn’t having any of it and told my mom to back off, telling her off in the process. My mom likes to make herself superior by targeting me during arguments since I have trouble defending myself, thanks to my low confidence created by her. So being protected by my own mother made me cry since I had basically no one defend me against this woman. After that whole mess, my mom had a feeling my mom would treat me horribly at home such as giving the silent treatment, not feed me anything, etc. So she invited me to sleep over at her room for the whole night. She had some snacks for me and we watched a movie together. I miss that time
I got a best mom story. Back when i was in 1st grade. I was the 2nd to last student out of the class room. we had a book shelf with books and a book fell. (i was at the front of hte classroom) the teacher yelled at me for knocking it over and i told her i didnt. she started yelling at me more and my mom was outside waiting and wondering what was taking so long so she came in and heard the teacher yelling at me. Oh my mom (short 5'2 italian) started bitching at the teacher. the principle came in to see what was with all the yelling. Lets just say i was the only student to get a christmas gift from the teacher and the teacher retired after that year. SIde note the teacher was the wife of the principle.
2:26 this made my heart brake like this mother is the kind of mother you want SHE HAD BROKEN RIPS AND SHE HELD THIER HAND AND KEPT THEM ALIVE AFTER AN ACCIDENT FOR 6 HOURS+