Who do you like better, your mom or your dad?

I don’t like either of them. I hate my father slightly less. He has a few good periods every now and again where it’s enjoyable to hang out with him, and occasionally it seems as if he actually wants to be a good father to a certain extent and just doesn’t know how.

I am incredibly fortunate to have two loving parents whom I love equally.

One abandoned me and one kept locking me up. So I guess I love my mom better at least she never beat me or put me away.

@thekoukoureport If you don’t mind me asking, when you say locked up, do you mean in like a cabinet, or prison, or what?

Both of them suck. My dad was awesome when I was a little kid, though.

started in the basement then moved on to childrens homes, halfway houses and finally an adult mental institution at the age of 12. That first night was real fun, good times, good times..

@thekoukoureport How did you get into an adult mental institution at the age of 12?

Now that I’m an adult, I like my mother better. Never knew my biological father until my teens and my stepfather made my life hell.

My mom is a two faced conniving whore who uses you for a short period to get what she wants then discards you.

My father on the other hand is by far one of the greatest people I know. When I was young my parents divorced. When with my mother she would always talk poorly of my father saying how horrible he was an all this other stuff. So I would then go to my father and expect some sort of reaction but there was never one. He was so much smarter than her, he saw that it was useless to bring us children into it and what good would come of it anyway. He has always been the bigger person with everything. He is by far the wisest intellectual person I know. There isnt a single problem I can go to him with that he wont give me an extremely insightful well thought out solution to. Sometimes I dont see it right then because I’m angry or whatever, but as soon as I cool off I realize he was right all along. My father made me the person I am today. One thing he told me that I will always remember and hold true to is “You can not change how others feel or think about you. You can only effect yourself in this world. As long as you know what your doing is the right thing in life and you know deep down that you are truly a good person, that is all that really matters.”

I also get my sarcastic witty humor from my father. Again one of the funniest people I know

I don’t speak to my father anymore, so definitely my mom. My mom and I have had some times were we had some problems, but we’ve worked through them and we are a lot closer now.

My dad. We are very similar, so I find him likable. My mom, on the other hand, is an addict and she behaves like one, so it’s hard to like her at all right now.

Like @muppetish, I was blessed. I loved my mother until she died and my father even now equally. I was adopted as an infant by two
people who longed to have
kids, and never had a desire to meet my birth parents.

I dislike my mother less because she was never violent towards me.

My Dad respected me more and my Mom was more lenient, so I like them both equally for different reasons.

My Mom. My Dad didn’t want kids. My Mom was his greatest fan, and I think he wanted her all to himself. Mom wanted a family, “Children are precious.” They finally had my sister. She thought my Dad was wonderful, he was the center of her universe. . . Dad LIKED that, so he thought that was alright. Three years later, they had my brother. My Dad thought, well, a son can make you proud(no pressure,huh!), and that reflects well on the father, so he thought that would be alright. Mom wanted one more. Mom said we were all planned births. I think they struck a deal, that he wouldn’t have to do anything with a third child, she’d do it all. But, if he didn’t have anything nice to say, he wouldn’t say anything at all. Four years after my brother, I was born. My Mom and I were close, but I don’t really think any more than she was with the others. I stayed the closest to her though, after growing up. The family was always intact, under the same roof. He just didn’t have anything to do with me. I didn’t understand all of it until I was middle aged. My Mom kept quiet about it all, but one day we talked about it. She said she had hoped I didn’t notice. I think my Dad was jealous. I had never known why my Dad was there, but not, when it came to me. He rarely talked to me, and he was a talker. The silence screamed disapproval in my family. Does that sound passive aggressive, h-mmmm?

It seems to me that my father and mother have alternated in their level of involvement throughout my life. I imagine that in infancy my mother was very present, though I don’t remember that period. Throughout early childhood I have very few memories of my mother. She was there, but most of my interaction was with my father. He is a researcher into early childhood education through imaginative play, so for most of that period he would actually participate when I pretended to be a pirate or a dinosaur or a dragon. As I’ve gotten older, my mom has become more involved again, particularly in my schooling. I’m not sure how I feel about this, because though she’s been wonderful about helping me through the whole process of college, she’s also very demanding and I constantly feel as though I’m indebted to her.

My mother is also not the most stable person in the world. It’s difficult to tell when she’s going to be happy and calm or stressed out and angry. She also works too much, which contributes to her being stressed out most of the time. My father is one of the most even-tempered people I know, and we are very similar in many ways, but I sometimes feel as though he is dominated by my mother’s stronger personality, and I wish he’d stick up for himself a bit more. In fact, I feel I’ve been dominated by my mother to a certain degree, and I sometimes feel like I argue with her just so I don’t feel she’s controlling me, instead of for any real reason.

I don’t love either of them more than the other – they’ve been there for me in different ways and at different times in my life, and I have my problems with both of them, but they’re my parents and I wouldn’t trade our relationship for anything.

I’m very blessed. I don’t always feel like it, but I know I am. Reading through these responses has confirmed that. My parents love each other, and have been together for an entire 25 years (their anniversary is this Saturday!). They’ve never been violent, had any major addictions, or anything like that. I’m very thankful for this.

Neither of them are perfect, and they’re, by far, not the best parents in the world. But I love them for simply existing in my life.

I feel like I connect with my dad more, though. I don’t exactly understand why. Especially since he’s nearly 50 years older than me.

Both. My dad has a dry, deadpan sense of humor and plays straight man to an entire world of absurdity. All he wants in life is to relax with a beer and for my little brother and sister to leave him alone. My mom isn’t around anymore, but she was a warm, affable goofball.

Both are precious diamonds. Parents in the real sense of the word. I can truly appreciate their sacrifices. I love them equally.

Mother, Daddy ain’t around. Never was really. A fact that amazes me even more since I became a Father. I mean, kids are awesome. Well mine certainly are :¬)

I like my father better because he supports me and is always being there for me and protective of me, but I still love my mother as well.

That’s a hard one. I can’t really choose which one I love better. My dad hasn’t been the best lately, but I still love him. I won’t say which I like better I guess, I’ll just say my dad has caused more problems for my family than my mom has.