Coworker: "I hate my child."

(Marked as personal because it's definitely someone's personal story. Just not mine.)

One of my coworkers has three kids. her oldest is 15. He is a bit of a delinquent. He is always getting in trouble at school, starting fights, basically making messes his mum has to clean up. Today whilst we were on lunch she got a call from the school. He was supposed to be going to detention all week and he hasn't showed up. Of course the kid has been telling her that he's going. After she got off the phone, she looked at me and said "I hate my child." I asked her why. She sighed. "He's been a problem child ever since he was born. I don't know if it's something I've done wrong or if it's just his personality. I've taken him to specialists. I've done everything I can think of. He just can't behave." Pause. "I'm afraid one day I'll be visiting him in prison." Her other kids are supposedly well behaved. It reminded me that when you have a child, you get what you get. No fucking way I'm taking that risk. This same lady also thinks I'm weird for not having kids, but I digress.