Just found this gem over at childfree Reddit. farking unbelievable.
"I was standing in line at a large electronics store checkout. It was busy and there were only two cashiers, so I took out my old GBA SP and started playing Pokemon Silver while I waited. A woman and her 8 ish son got in line behind me. I didn't pay any attention to them until the woman asks what I'm playing. I tell her I'm playing Pokemon Silver and goes from zero to sixty and tells me that I shouldn't be wasting my life playing kids' games and then adds that her son has been wanting a Pokemon game for a while, trying to hint that I should give my game and system to him. I ignore it and tell her that if he wants a Pokemon game, she should get him a 3DS and one of the new games or any of the virtual console Pokemon games, including the upcoming rereleases of Gold and Silver. Mom stares at me for a second and then says how a current system is too expensive and she's rather get him a used system while pointedly looking at my GameBoy. So I tell her that there are plenty of used game stores that have older systems. She gets angry and tells me that I should give my system to her son because she can't afford to buy him new games and he gets bored with his iPad really easily. I'm startled because this is the first time I've been treated like this and so I start to sort of tune her out. I figure that's the end of it, but no.
Then as I'm paying for my stuff, I feel a tug on my purse. The little brat is trying to steal my GameBoy! I yank my purse away and tell him to go back to his mom.
"But my mom said I could have it!"
I told him that he couldn't have it and to go back to his mom and he does. Just as I was walking out the door, I hear "That's her! The woman who stole my son's GameBoy!" Security swarms me and demands that I show them my purse contents to see if I had a GameBoy. I was livid. Mom has this smug smile on her face, like she knows she's going to get my GameBoy. I take out the GameBoy and say that it's mine and that I brought it in with me and they could check the security footage if they don't believe me. Mom says I'm lying and that she needs to leave soon and I should hand over the "stolen" GameBoy. The security guards freaking agree with her! Mom has an even bigger smug smile on her face.
But there's one thing she didn't count on. When I was a kid, I wrote my name on all my GameBoy cartridges. In permanent marker. The words faded over time but are still legible. And I have a very girly name. I take out the cartridge and tell the security guards "That's my name on this game. I wrote it on there a long time ago." The security guards take one look at it and agree that it's mine and since the game is mine, the system was probably mine too because the store has not carried a GameBoy Advance SP system or Pokemon Silver for years. Mom's face turns from smug to horrified in literally seconds as the security guards were now asking her questions about why she lied to them. I took all my stuff and left. The last thing I heard about it was Brat shouting about how Mom promised he could have it.
I think if Brat got bored with the iPad that fast, a GameBoy with one game and ancient graphics wouldn't keep his interest long either. But I'm not a parent, so what do I know, right?""
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CERTIFIED HOSEHEAD!!!
people (especially women) do not give ONE DAMN about what they inflict on children and I defy anyone to prove me wrong
Dysfunctional relationships almost always have a child. The more dysfunctional, the more children.
The selfish wants of adults outweigh the needs of the child.
Some mistakes cannot be fixed, but some mistakes can be 'fixed'.
People who say they sleep like a baby usually don't have one. Leo J. Burke
Adoption agencies have strict criteria (usually). Breeders, whose combined IQ's would barely hit triple digits, have none.