An Emotional Time During Christmas
A PS2. It’s not so much the gift, but more how we got it. My parents are divorced and have been since I was about 6 and my brother 3. When I was about 13 or 14, my brother and I used all our Christmas money combined to buy the PS2, although we were about $100 short (in Australia, it’s $500 for a PS2.)
My dad moved interstate after he got remarried and was back over for Christmas, and he hadn’t gotten us a gift yet. He asked us what we wanted and we asked for him to put in the extra $100. His response? “Get your mother to pay for it.”
Now, to put that into context. My mum was working 3 jobs to pay the mortgage, to pay for us to go to school, to eat, be clothed etc. My dad decided to try and (successfully) dodge his Child Support and for the both of us, only got about $200 a month from him in support.
So we told our mum, she paid the money to get the PS2 and abused my dad over the phone. That was the realization that my dad no longer cared anything about us.
He now has 3 other sons and showers them in gifts, sends them to private school, buys them whatever they want. My brother and I got nothing from him growing up. The worst thing was seeing my mum try so hard every Christmas to get us what we wanted and when she couldn’t afford it, break down and cry. Story credit: Reddit/insinr8r