Do you love your parents

This is actually a hard question for me to answer. Well, maybe not hard... so much as it's complicated. First there is my Mother, I always have, and always will love my Mother. We fight sometimes, but all daughters and mothers have their moments. I know she loves me, even if my family doesn't really say that to one another (at all actually). It doesn't need to be said though, when it's proven all of the time. And in the long run, my Mother has always been my bestfriend. When nobody else is there for me, she is. Then there's my "Father" and when I say "Father" what I really mean is the man who donated the sperm that gave me life. Of course my Mother and "Father" were married before I was born. But he was never a "Father" to me. He never took care of me, and I've always had my doubts that he even wanted me. In fact, I'm almost positive he never wanted me. My Mother and "Father" got divorced early in my life, when I was one, or two I think. And years passed, I'd see him once in a while, but not very often and most of the time it was just glimpses of him around the town. We didn't really start talking until my 18th birthday. Even then, when we started talking it was all about him. That's all he wanted to do, talk about his life, and how bad his childhood was. How much he hated his father. His father might have been a mean and slightly insane man. But at least he was there for him. Though, I suppose at times it would have been better if he wasn't. Point is, after 18 years of never knowing his daughter, he still didn't have the compassion or interest to know her. Even now I'm 23, and I've been seeing him daily for four years now, FOUR YEARS. And he still just talks about himself! And children of women he dated in the past, and how they were the closest thing to having children of his own that he ever had. HELLO?! I just want to beat him senseless when he says things like that! After all I'm his flesh and blood! It makes me so mad when I hear all the things he did for these other kids. And then to act like I don't even exist?! To say I hate this man is putting it lightly. I always wanted to meet him, give him a chance to prove all of the stories about him wrong. But he didn't, he couldn't do that. He's done nothing but disappoint, frustrate, and seriously hurt me in the past four years. So much so that I realize I don't hate him, I loathe him, and I want him back out of my life. That might sound wrong, but really I don't care. I gave him a lifetime to try and make things right, and he couldn't do that... He'll never change, and he'll never be a parent to me. Always just the sperm donar. Now, there's the man in my life who I call Dad. Because he is my Dad, and he'll always be my dad. We might not share dna, he might not be my biological father. But he's the only man in my life I will ever, ever, EVER, call Dad. He's been my Dad for as long as I can remember. Even when I was a baby, and my Mother was still with my "Father". My "Father" never did anything. My DAD used to come by he would STEAL baby food and bring it to me so that I could eat. He brought me my first Christmas Tree. He changed my diapers, watched after me, protected me. He did everything that a dad is supposed to do for his child. There might be times when my Dad makes me mad, and believe me there are times when he makes me so mad, and so frustrated, and so confused that I want to just sit down and cry. But he works really hard to support his family, and two lazy, good for nothing, worthless "house guests" who won't LEAVE. That I know he's going through a lot. There are just some times, when he does things, I wish he wouldn't do. Or says things, that I wish he wouldn't say. But with all the work he does, working seven days a week. With a really crappy job. I would be stressed out and angry all of the time too. I love my Dad, and that will never change, no matter how upset I might get towards him at times. So to wrap up this... huge... reply. I love my Mother, and I love my Dad from the very bottom portion of my heart. I always have, I always will, and nothing can change that. As far as my "Father" is concerned, I found my life to be better when he wasn't in it, and that's how I wish for it to go back to.

From deep of my heart, I know I love my parents. But there are often times where they annoy me a lot or do not understand me at all. Sometimes their thoughts are really annoying and wrong, yet they always feel like they are right. Then again, adults don't like to be proved wrong. Even though through a lot of arguments and unhappy times, I know I love them .

yes, i love my parents. i think everyone love parents

no they didn`t protect me they let me down

yes,of course

Some people are just not meant to be parents and I got 2 of them..damn it!

Yes I love my parents. We have had our ups and downs. But I'll always love them. The comment that you must be young sounds true. What ever you do don't act towards them out of anger as much as you can. And when you do, present them with a reason why you feel that way. Later you won't have so many regrets.

I always love my mom, but sometimes I don't like her. I've never met my dad, and I don't think you could love a stranger.

i would say that there would be differences of opinions all the time..but the point is u can differ with anyone whether its ur boss or ur girlfriend..but that doesn't mean u stop respecting them or stop caring for them..u have to realise that they have given u so much and the least u can do for them is to love them..may be its all a lecture..but u would realise when u become a parent.

yes i do....all the time....always

yes, i love my parents. i think everyone love parents

You must be a young person. I used to feel that way too. When I finally got married and had my own kids, well, now I think my parents are great! Yeah, sometimes they were old fashioned, but that's okay. They are still great and they love me!

I do

ya i like them a lot. becoz thy give us wat ever we need. after all we r not there with out them. so love your parents

I really love my parents!

yes i do... i love them ....

well i don't care that much about my parents!

I live in the Philippines. I love my parents. They give me whatever I want as long as it is good for me. They easily understand me and respect whatever decisions I make for my own. I am currently living with them. They love me as their son and so is my sister. They treat us the same.

i do

I love them, they have and always will be so supportive of me. even if they don't agree with what I'm doing. They trust me to make good decisions!! Plus I'm 27 and don't live at home and I just gave them a grandson so they love me!!