r/Parentingfails

I am 21f. I'm really really done with my family. I'm very disappointed. When I was very young 13 yrs old I found out that my father was cheating on my mother. I cried that day alot and I didn't know what to do. I saw his WhatsApp chats ( more like sexting) with my school mate's mother. I was very broken and confronted my mother but she never believed me and thought this all was not a very big deal and all. This has been for years like I was in 6th and passed 12th. And then one day my mother saw my father with our house maid. At that time she was completely broken and started yk raising ques and fighting alot of drama happened. Her blood pressure and diabetes were quite high at that period, she was not able to sleep, and she continuously kept talking about that all literally everytime. Even when she is alone or with someone. She didn't share this to any other than our family. When I saw my mother in this state I felt very pity and started hating my father which was obvious. He was very inconsistent with us throughout our lives. And when that all happened rather than maintaining distance from she started trying to get close to him. And my father is abusing and treating her like an animal. I hated this all so much and tried my best to realise her worth and yk maintain distance. She can't leave him or get divorce because she don't have any financial back up and we were quite young. I'm an elder sister here. I have younger brother and sister. Somehow things got back to normal as time passed. So now a few days back I randomly went to his shop without telling him. And I saw that a lady and him on the first floor of our shop which is used as a godown. I was very furious I started shouting and whatever I could do at that moment. Whatever happened at that just made me hate him more. And I told my mother everything at that very moment. I begged her to maintain distance with him because he has been multiple females and I am so done with this all. But after that day she is back to normal with him. And doing everything for him. Making him lemonade so that he'll have it when he comes from the shop in the evening. And yk this morning I saw their bedroom was locked ( they keep it locked in one case only). And I felt so betrayed of course I don't know what's going on between them but I am so so done with this all. This is all affecting my studies, my mind, my sleep and everything. I don't know what to do in this situation. I can't share this all with anyone around. I share with my siblings but they are young and dumb 😭 they feel hurt but idk yaar I don't feel okay after sharing with them. What should I do now :(

Hi all,

I'm part of a small student-led initiative and right now we're trying to put together a series of workshops for parents of young kids (0-7ish), but before we lock in any topics, we want to actually hear from parents instead of guessing what you need.

So I'm here to ask, not to sell anything:

• What's something about parenting a young child that you've struggled to find good guidance on?
• Is there a topic you've Googled at 2am out of sheer confusion or worry?
• Anything about your child's development, behaviour, screen time, sleep, food, milestones, etc. that you wish there was a proper session (not just random Instagram reels) on?
• Or even something less "textbook" like managing your own patience, dealing with unsolicited advice from family, balancing work and parenting, etc.

Would genuinely appreciate even one-line answers. Trying to build something useful, not something that just looks good on paper.

Thank you in advance 🙏

Hi everyone, would love your thoughts on my situation as it is getting me down lately.

My husband’s parents live about a 10‑minute drive away and are both retired, but they have very little involvement in my daughter’s life (she’s 13 months old). What bothers me is that they are extremely involved with their other grandchildren (there are six of them)and they regularly tell us about all the time they spend with them and what they do for them.

Over the past year, I’ve invited them to pop in whenever they’re in the area (which is often, because they visit their other children who live only a few minutes from us). They never come unless I specifically invite them for breakfast or a meal. When they do visit, they barely interact with my daughter and spend most of the time bragging about their other grandchildren. My MIL even refers to my daughter as “your little one” instead of using her name. When I tell them about an achievement of my daughter’s e.g she can say 30 words at 12 months (which is a big deal and I’m very proud of her) they just say oh really? And move on with the conversation, but proceed to tell me about all their other grandchildren (which os totally ok but they don’t want to know about my daughter’s achievements which upsets me)

I’ve also taken my daughter to their house so they can see her, but I’m starting to feel resentful because they don’t make any effort on their own.

At my daughter’s baptism recently, my dad tried to hand her to my in‑laws to hold, and they rejected her. Several guests noticed how uninvolved they were and were shocked by it.

For contrast, my own parents live 30 minutes away, work full‑time, and still see my daughter around four times a week. They genuinely want to spend time with her.

My question is: Is it my responsibility to maintain this relationship when they show no interest?

Another issue is that my husband won’t acknowledge how uninvolved they are, so it’s become this unspoken tension. He did once mention that with his parents you need to “opt-in” - which I totally disagree with. Also to clarify I am not asking for child care from his parents, just that they spend time with her and get to know her . I constantly ask them to come over but am sounding like a broken record - what do I do?

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I just have a question is it appropriate to let a 4 year old play Call of Duty Mobile sometimes unsupervised. To add context this is not my child and she claims it’s to help with his spacial awarnes.

I (30M) and my wife (29F) a few months ago became proud parents to our lovely son. We are not rich at all, but we definitely make do on our own just fine and well. We are happy, we have time for one another.

That was until yesterday.

You see, one day I walked close to my son's crib to see how he was sleeping. All peaceful. All quiet. I turned around to face the door. I had no idea my butt was right next to my son's face until it was too late.

I let out a silent but deadly puff of wind straight from my buttcrack. It sounded like a silent "psss" but it felt like it carried entire armies of hell as it passed my anus.

Just as I realized what was done, I turned around to see my son. By that time I could already smell the horrid putrid harsh smell like someone just injected mustard gas straight into my nostrils.

Then, my son gurgled. Not just murmured or groaned. Gurgled. Like he was choking on his own spit.

He opened his eyes. His nostrils were pulsating. He looked at me. I looked at him. He kept looking at me in disbelief and horror like he knew exactly what I had done.

And then it came. His cute baby face wrinkled in a second and he let out an ungodly shriek.

It was not his average cry. No. He wailed, flailed his arms and legs, he screamed bloody murder like he was being skinned alive or ripped apart.

I tried calming him down but then my wife immediately came over. She gagged upon smelling the smell of hell I just unleashed. At first she thought it could've been the baby. She checked the diaper. Nothing. Then she looked at me. She read my face. She knew immediately.

"You pig! You ate some garbage and farted and now our baby has to smell it! Get out!"

The last time I saw her that angry was when she was giving birth.

I left the room immediately. She slammed the door shut.

Our son cried and wailed for minutes. Entire 15 minutes of non-stop wailing and shrieking like he was being torn apart by forces he could not fathom. After all these 15 minutes there was only silence. Honestly, the afterward silence felt even worse than the screams.

I checked up on my wife and my baby son. My wife was angry and exhausted. But otherwise fine. So was my son. Just asleep and tired from the smellapocalypse I unwillingly unleashed into his face.

TL;DR: I accidentally farted into my baby son's face and he cried the loudest he ever has in his life.