Can you think of the most embarrassing thing a family member has done?
Okay, now take that and make it ten times worse. Because that’s what some of these folks had to go through.
And it all started with a simple question: What’s the most embarrassing thing a parent has done to you?
Enjoy this cavalcade of craziness…
1. Harry Potter trash…
Back in the day (2005) I was 14 and I would print out my erotic Harry Potter fan fiction to read at night, as we didn’t have portable devices like smartphones back then. I always threw them away after.
One day my mom gave me a gigantic see-through bag for trash and that night I read some of the good stuff and then put it in there.
There was probably like 15 pages of printed out smut. While I was at school she rooted through my trash.
She confronted me when I came home like “Why are Fred and George getting intimate with Hermione? What are these stories?? Where do you get them? Are they all like this??”
So so bad. I think I died and I’ve been a ghost for the last 13 years.
2. This one just keeps getting weirder and weirder…
My mom once pulled up my skirt, causing me to involuntarily flash a room full of people, at a family Christmas dinner.
I was absolutely mortified. She wanted to check for any potential self-harm scars on my thighs, apparently. I’ve never physically harmed myself before in my entire life.
I was 18 years old at the time, and thankfully I was wearing underwear so it was not as bad as it could have been.
Nevertheless, she should not be allowed to consume alcohol ever again.
3. Ignoring the eating disorder…
My family never talks about my sister’s eating disorder. She eats a ton and goes on to vomit. She goes jogging for one hour or more per day (every day, no breaks even though her knees hurt like crazy) and refuses to eat any carbs, fruits and vegetables only.
I seem to be the only one who realizes the magnitude of this, and the only one who thinks of this as a sickness, not as a “temporary phase.”
It’s been like this for three years already, and I have no idea when my parents noticed. Whenever I say something I get “shushed” at and later have to justify my “insensitive behavior” in front of my parents. So I just kind of gave up on arguing.
Not sure what I can do to change things without disrupting the family.
4. Grandma, the slacker…
My grandmother said she needed a place to stay one night due to issues with her housemate.
She slept on the couch… for the next ten years.
Made no effort to get her own place despite having a very good retirement income and still working part-time as a nurse.
Loved to hit the casino though!
5. Joke’s on you, parents!
It’s one in the morning. I’m fast asleep with my wife in the living room reading.
All of the sudden, the baby monitor is blaring my 16-month-old son’s laughter into my ear. So I jump up, run into his room, and he’s standing in his crib pointing at the corner of the room and giggling hysterically.
I just stared at him for a few seconds before I grabbed him and put him in bed with me.
6. That last part, tho…
About a year ago, my parents caught me singing to my microwave while I was waiting for it to warm up a piece of pizza.
This all happened at 4 in the morning, when I thought my parents were staying at a friend’s.
Oh, I almost forgot that I was naked.
7. The war at home!
My uncle and grandfather don’t have a good relationship but were tolerating each other because it was Thanksgiving. My uncle was cooking lasagna and my grandfather decided to help, so he grated the cheese. He did this in another room, because the kitchen was full of other people cooking, we have a big Thanksgiving with maybe 15 or 20 who love to eat.
I had brought in the cheese and everything was going fine. Flashforward to dinner time, the food is coming out and, as tradition dictates, we always start with lasagna. My grandfather made some joke like,” I know you hate me, but at least I’m grate,” and stuff hit the fan.
My uncle literally went into a rage and was yelling at everyone because we didn’t tell him he was using “tainted” cheese. Then said “f*** it” and proceeded to flip the table ALL the food was on. Then my grandfather called him outside to settle the score, which resulted in two grown men fist fighting in the backyard, culminating with my grandad getting thrown into the pond we lived off of, and slicing his leg on a jagged rock that he landed on.
The rest of us ordered Chinese food and kicked my uncle out. My grandfather refused the hospital because he had a little too much “holiday joy” in him at the time.
Surprising my uncle hasn’t come to holidays in years now.
8. Hugs, not drugs…
When I was 11 years old, I was taken in by the police for questioning regarding illicit substances distribution that had been taking place out of our family’s house.
My dad had marijuana growing in the basement, and he had been using it as well as selling it frequently to neighbors and friends.
When the police raided the house while my dad was at work, they asked me if I knew anything about what was in the room. Since I admitted to having had knowledge of it, I guess that that was all it took for them to feel the need to bring me in for questioning. They even cuffed me and everything.
My dad didn’t show up at the police station till almost eight hours later.
As you can imagine, in a small town like the one where I grew up, people talked. A lot. It also didn’t help that I lived next to a massive apartment complex where everyone could see what was happening the entire time as it was unfolding.
I was the talk of the town for almost two years because of this incident.
9. A dog with amazing comedic timing!
One Thanksgiving, my grandmother ran out of counter space and stuff was sorta burning like crazy on top of the stove. She took out the turkey on the tray, looked around, and put it on the ground for like three seconds.
She intended for it to be there for three seconds.
Her dog, Rosco, had been following her all day.
Earlier she tossed him a turkey giblet, and I guess that didn’t sit well with him. He defecated all over my grandma’s leg, floor, and freshly-cooked turkey in one explosive two-second blast of fiery diarrhea.
10. “Dad! Why can’t we go to the fair?!?”
Here’s a story that my dad never told me but my uncle shared after my dad passed.
He was madly in love with a girl when he was 17 years old. They were soul mates, lovers meant to be, engaged to be married and grow old together, all that sweet jazz.
They went to the county fair one year and decided to ride the Ferris Wheel. About the time they got to the top and started heading back down the safety bar came unhooked and swung open. My dad grabbed her and held onto the seat. He tried to hold her but he couldn’t.
She fell to her death.
My dad never mentioned it, never said a word to anyone, even to my mom. My uncle said her death broke his heart and he was never the same again, until after I was born.
He would never let me go to fairs, amusement parks, or any place with rides when I was growing up and we used to get into big fights about it when all my friends were going.
He always told me it was just because they were dangerous and didn’t want me to get hurt.
11. This art is s**t!
When I was six years old my mother used to babysit my neighbor Annie. Annie was a very artistic girl; she loved to color and draw everything she saw.
One day, I was playing Star Fox 64 on my Nintendo 64 and Annie was watching. Of course, being too absorbed in the game, I never turned around to see her greatest work of art.
My mom walks in the room to check on us and does a gasp to end all gasps. Annie had made a drawing of a triangular looking ship with a circle around it.
It was Star Fox doing a barrel roll except she made it with a load of diarrhea she scooped out of her pants.
12. The other child…
Apparently, our dad had another kid about eight years older than me.
My mom blurted something out about it after their divorce when she was pissed about something. It was along the lines of, “if he thinks he can forget you exist like that other kid of his.” She then turned very white and I was never able to get more out of her than that.
My dad pretends he doesn’t know what I’m talking about but has apparently told my brother a bit of the story and then backtracked and never talked about it again.
So yeah, apparently I’m not the oldest.
13. The clairvoyant kid!
A few weeks ago, I was getting breakfast ready for my three-year-old when he nonchalantly told me his Grandma fell down the stairs.
About an hour later, Grandpa calls us to tell us Grandma had fallen down the stairs.
Also last weekend, he said my sister was going to visit the next day.
Guess who showed up the next day for a “surprise” visit?
14. Who’s the monster?
My three-year-old daughter stood next to her newborn brother, looked at him for a while.
Then she turned to me and said, “Daddy, it’s a monster! We should bury it.”
I didn’t bury it.
15. That YouTube search history tho…
That when my daughter was five or six years old, she would look up videos of dogs throwing up or stallions urinating, based on her YouTube history.
I never directly spoke to her about this but have always told her that she can always talk to me about any questions she had about any subject with no judgment from me.
She’s 14 now and I still haven’t said a word.
16. Bad, bad, bad dad!
My dad, influenced at least in part by the movie Bad Boys II, decided to mess with my boyfriend on my first date by acting like a tough guy.
He filled a whiskey bottle with tea and, when he answered the door, he started chugging down the whole thing while scanning my boyfriend up and down.
He then tried to break the bottle over his own head. The date was canceled due to the ensuing hospital trip, and I became known as the girl with a totally insane father.
“Don’t concuss yourself this time, Dad!” became the running joke in my house once I was able to get a date again.
Yikes! These were nuts!