Neglectful parenting
I will never understand how people continue to support Felicia and call her a good mom.
Last night was a prime example.
She went live around 6:40 p.m. and claimed she had just gotten home. According to her, the kids were getting peanut butter and jelly sandwiches because she “had things to do.” And by “things,” she meant battling, begging for gifts, and soaking up attention on TikTok.
At one point Pax got upset. Instead of checking on him or figuring out what he needed, she grabbed the remote, rolled her eyes, and said he needed to “cut her a break.” Then she threw dancing fruit on the TV and went right back to staring at her phone from the kitchen counter.
The first elimination battle ended. Did she finally feed the kids? Nope. She had a good 35-40 minutes where she could’ve gotten them settled, made them food, interacted with them, or even just acted like a present parent. Instead, she stood there glued to her phone waiting for the next battle.
Second elimination battle starts… still no food. Still no attention for the kids. Just Felicia chasing validation from strangers online.
Sure, she managed to toss a bottle at Bentley and do a quick diaper change or two, but basic survival tasks don’t suddenly equal good parenting. The kids were still awake well past 10:15 p.m. when I stopped watching — despite her constantly claiming bedtime is 7:30.
Hours of battling. Hours of grifting. Hours of ignoring those boys.
And not once could she be bothered to even pull an Uncrustable out of the fridge for them.
It’s always about Felicia. Always about attention. Always about money. And anyone still insisting she’s this amazing mother is either refusing to see reality or has incredibly low standards for parenting.
I genuinely hope the people defending this behavior take better care of their own children than she does hers.