Parents Who Regret Having Children Shared Their Anonymous Confessions, And Wow

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“I had two kids, 7 and 4. Life was good. I enjoyed having a young family. My wife decided maybe it was time for three. I suggested maybe two was a good number. But she felt ready for three. Friends said, ‘Actually, the jump from two to three really isn’t that big, you barely notice it.’ F*cking bullsh*t.”

“I hate having three kids. It was 12 years ago now, and I still hate having three kids. We had a nice family car. Had to sell it and buy a bigger, more expensive car to fit three. I want to buy a house. Have to buy a bigger house to fit everyone. Family pass for an event? Includes two adults, two kids.

Mostly, I just don’t like having the third body around. The eldest has moved out and is living his own life and pursuing his career. Second is 16, high school, doesn’t need attention or help with a lot.

The youngest… Ugh, why do I still have to deal with children when I get home each evening? It’s so goddamn draining.

Don’t get me wrong, I love him, will care for him, and protect him. I just don’t like having three kids. I never wanted three kids. At least once a fortnight, I find myself quietly angry/annoyed that I’ve three kids, and I’ve been doing that for 12 years now, and it’s so. F*cking. Draining.”

—HoggishPad