Hey, Hey Waffle gang, I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more relationship stories.

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And let's crack on with today's first story.

Now today's story comes from a deleted user and it does have a bit of a twist in the

middle which I think is important at this moment to mention it as it kind of changes things

to do with the story and tries to set the record straight if you like.

So the story is called I told my sons I wish I never gave birth to them.

I don't regret it. I don't feel bad. I don't care how many

times you come to my daughter to apologize. I let them and their father bully me for years,

call me all kinds of names. And they reject every present I ever bought them because it wasn't

brand new or super expensive, despite me having to go hungry sometimes to even afford what I could get them.

I come to their father's house one day to say happy birthday. They ignore me. I tried to give them a hug,

I got pushed away. Their father told me to stop annoying them on their 16th birthday for God's sake.

I got them both Nintendo Switches for their birthday and I set my

carefully wrapped present on the table and they opened it last. When they saw it, they said,

Really? That's it. I looked confused and asked what's wrong. Was it the color this time or

maybe they expected games too? No one fucking plays Nintendo, you fucking dinosaur, they said. Dinosaur.

You guys never text me and I didn't know what you wanted and I know you broke the one you shared

so I got you both your own, I told them. They set the presents, had to starve myself for on the table and

everyone went inside for the cake. I finally realized they don't care. They

really don't care. Why take me years to realize I don't know, but I do know. I took the

switches and headed for the door. Their dad stopped me in front of everyone and said,

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