u/Odd_Attention133

My husband and I have been buying video games our son (10) has showed interest in, and seems to enjoy when playing those games with us.

We buy them on steam and have even set up the account just for him, so when he gets his new computer, He gets to have fun.

We are definitely gonna have limited screen time, and make sure he’s not obsessed over video games, He spends time outside with us, and loves being in the present moment with us, but on our game nights, He’s super excited to boot up the Xbox/PS, He loves getting to be my second player to my player one.

But I made a post about it, and I’m being bashed for it! From I’m a weirdo, to I’m a horrible parent! I don’t know why it’s so wrong to want my son to enjoy being a kid?

AITBA?

My husband and I have been buying video games our son (10) has showed interest in, and seems to enjoy when playing those games with us.

We buy them on steam and have even set up the account just for him, so when he gets his new computer, He gets to have fun.

We are definitely gonna have limited screen time, and make sure he’s not obsessed over video games, He spends time outside with us, and loves being in the present moment with us, but on our game nights, He’s super excited to boot up the Xbox/PS, He loves getting to be my second player to my player one.

But I made a post about it, and I’m being bashed for it! From I’m a weirdo, to I’m a horrible parent! I don’t know why it’s so wrong to want my son to enjoy being a kid?

AITJ?

My husband and I have been buying video games our son (10) has showed interest in, and seems to enjoy when playing those games with us.

We buy them on steam and have even set up the account just for him, so when he gets his new computer, He gets to have fun.

We are definitely gonna have limited screen time, and make sure he’s not obsessed over video games, He spends time outside with us, and loves being in the present moment with us, but on our game nights, He’s super excited to boot up the Xbox/PS, He loves getting to be my second player to my player one.

But I made a post about it, and I’m being bashed for it! From I’m a weirdo, to I’m a horrible parent! I don’t know why it’s so wrong to want my son to enjoy being a kid?

AITBF?

I hope this fits, but I had a rough past with my father, He wasn’t even really a father if I’m being honest, Just a man who yelled, hit, and got rough with me.

I’ve gotten tired of hearing,”I’m sorry for your loss.” And,”That’s a shame, He raised a good man.” And so on.

He didn’t raise me, and I’m not saddened over his death, I’d rather hear,”Congratulations!” Or,”You did good for yourself.” Then anything else.

So, I’ve just started saying he’s on vacation to random people I cross paths with, or meet through my husbands work, or through my own work just so I can avoid the pity talk with them, I’m so sick of hearing about him even after he’s passed, but he somehow had plenty of friends who still miss him.

And I definitely can’t stand when they say,”You look like him.” Or that I remind them of him, He was a drunk, and a loser, I’m not. I spend time with my son, I spend time with my husband and his family, I remember my days and wake up feeling refreshed and happy to start my day.

I may be his genes, but I’m nothing like him, and I don’t see it as a compliment, None of the people who knew him KNEW him like I did, They got a friendly side, I got the real side, and I’m just so tired of him, even after his passing, He still haunts me.

My husband is a speed racer, He walks fast anywhere, even just downstairs to get a snack, He wants to get there and get back quick!

So it’s easy for me to know where he’s at, and sometimes I won’t even have to do anything but stand around the corner, He’ll come around quickly and gasp, before he huffs and says,”Stop it!” Before I chase him around.

I love doing it, It’s like no matter how much I’ve exposed him to my ‘jumpscaring’, He doesn’t ever expect it, He’ll walk around the corner of a doorway, and boom! I’m there.

I think he enjoys the thrill too because of me chasing him afterwards, but he gets embarrassed by being scared since I always do it. Lol.

I love my husband, first off, everything about him is beautiful and gorgeous, especially his body for starters, I adore him in every way.

But I just know, I know deep in my soul and heart, that if he didn’t have a wiener, but a vagina instead, I could eat him out better then anything, I love blowing him, jerking him, this and that, all of it.

But when he’s laying on the couch, Legs on the cushions and parted, I wish I could bury my face right between them and enjoy myself without all the throat work.

I know that sounds bad, but hear me out!

He works all the time, Work this, work that, our son this, our son that, Cooking here, Cooking there, I’m so grateful for everything he does, and I help out (I SWEAR.) I’ll take our son and we’ll hang out, or drop him off at his grandmas (husbands side.) I’ll grill on occasion to take over dinner, I can’t help with his work part though.

The only time he gets a break is when he’s sick, and I make sure he’s treated like a king in our bed, I feel like I’m immune to whatever he gets, I made sure the bed is comfortable, I’ll ran him baths and carry him myself to the tub, I re-wet his rag every 15-20 minutes, Make sure he’s in comfortable clothes.

He hates being sick, especially if pain is involved, and I hate that for him, but I love seeing him get rest, I make the food he wants, I make sure our son waves from the doorway, and his computer is close if he needs to meet a deadline.

I especially love bringing him food, He loves soup when sick, He’ll take a bite and shake his booty like a dog wagging it’s tail, and rest while I feed him, I hate how he feels when he’s sick, but I love seeing him rest when he can.

He gets really bossy when sick, but he’s so loving when I ‘complete my task’ (his words.) I’ll bring soup, and feed him, and he’ll talk in a sweet voice about how he loves me, and he’s so thankful, or I’ll help get him to the tub, and he’ll talk about how grateful he is that he gave me a chance, or how handsome I look when I’m sitting by the tub and waiting.

I’m definitely a dog for my husband, but I wouldn’t change it for a thing.

Edit: to clear things up: I’m a man too! I’m built and taller then my husband, while he’s slender and lean, He’s easy to pick up and carry around! I’m a tree, and he’s my squirrel. 😆