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

some more relationship stories. And if you do love a Reddit story, why not consider?

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story. Much love, guys. Now, this first story comes from Savings Carpenter

249 and says, am I the asshole for telling my parents? They were horrible and saying they shouldn't

have more kids. Hi, first time posting. I 16 male was born when my parents were very young,

like my mother was 16 and my father was 17. Both

families decided it would be the best for me if effectively my maternal grandparents raised me

and my bioparents got to live their lives. That is not to say I didn't know who my actual

parents were. This is not one of those situations like in movies where the mother pretends the

daughter's

child is actually her own.

I and everyone knew who my progenesis were.

My father moved away when he was 18, but my mother remained in my grandparents' house

until she was 23, and I was around 7.

But that doesn't mean we were close.

She always treated me more like an annoying little brother rather than a son.

She didn't like spending time with me,

never attended any of my school functions or showed interest in my academic work

or took me to do any fun activities.

Whenever I was talking about my day, she would roll her eyes or change the topic to shut me up.

When she moved out, I barely saw

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