Batman pajamas

I was around seven and my parents and siblings and I were at Target. There were Batman pajamas. I asked if I could get them. We were clothes shopping. My mother said to ask my father. My dad kept the hopes up for a few minutes before saying no. They both played off one another like how they always would. Of my mother denying someone something that they could easily give, and my father doing anything to sell another person out of he thinks it'll help him get laid.

A child throwing a tantrum and parents standing together is one thing. A well behaved child who was used to never getting what he wanted, asking for something and then being given false hope before being told no was and still is in my mind as fucked up. I never had any say in anything. No one ever listened to me. I was always used to never getting what I want.

Now that I'm around the age that my white trash ass parents were during those days, I still fucking see this as wrong. Selling out your kid because you think it might help your chances at getting some unemotional humpty dumpty with your wife you hate? A sick fuck mother who enjoyed making her child as unhappy as she possibly could? Both were horrible to me.

We were poor but it never got in the way of them getting what they wanted. They'd max out credit cards on stupid shit that they wanted and always went to concerts and restaurants, and would then get the debt forgiven. So, a damn $15 pair of pajamas wasn't really too much.

My parents treated me like pig shit, and I don't have much to do with them because of it. Everything was always about them and them first, whatever they wanted at all costs. That shit was wrong.

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anonymous Relationships February 10, 2026 at 12:37 pm 1 0