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10 Parents Who Are Ready to Cross All Lines for Their Children

Parents will go to tremendous lengths to provide their children with the finest possibilities in life. Some parents may go too far in their efforts to protect and care for their children. In this article, we’ve assembled an incredible collection of stories of moms and dads who went to extraordinary lengths in the belief that they were doing what was best for their children.

Story 1:

My father couldn’t tolerate my husband, but a few years ago, he unexpectedly offered him a higher position at his company if he left his work. My hubby agreed without hesitation.
Last month, we divorced. My father approached me and revealed a startling truth: he had been surreptitiously monitoring my husband with a concealed camera he set in his office. It found out that my husband was having an a::ffair with his secretary. I suspected his infidelity based on his changing behavior and increasing remoteness, which harmed our relationship and eventually led to our split.
My father claimed he knew my husband was a che::ater the moment he met him, so he decided to keep an eye on him. With the aff::air videotaped, I finally got the proof I needed for court. This might allow me to keep my money without sharing it, as agreed in our prenuptial agreement. Thank you, Dad.

Story 2:

I’m a teacher, and I had a mom go through the phone book and contact everyone with my last name because she was concerned that her child might need to be detained in first grade. The only way I heard about it was because she contacted my parents, who refused to give her my phone number. They then contacted me in a panic because their psychotic mom was trying to find me. Copyright _queen_frostine/Reddit

Story 3:

When I was 15, I fell in love with a girl that my parents considered “not good enough.” They went to measures to break us up, even contacting her parents. One night, I overheard them planning to follow her to check whether she was “up to no good.”
Instead of protecting me, they smothered me with their tyranny, believing it was for my own benefit. In their minds, they were parents, but I felt alone.

Story 4:

I once advised a talented junior student for AP English. He was skilled and articulate—he would have excelled—but he declined because he preferred to focus on trading and sports. I understood and informed him that the offer was still valid if he chose to rethink.
A few days later, I discovered a signed consent form in my inbox inviting him to join AP English. Excellent, I thought. When I went to talk to him about it, he appeared very perplexed.
I handed him the paper, and he just answered, “Oh, yeah, no.” Ignore it. My mother continues wanting to sign me up for things. She bears a stamp bearing my signature. © Send_Poems/Reddit

Story 5:

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A mother threatened to remove her daughter from school if she was not picked as the vocal soloist to sing “O, Holy Night” at the Christmas program.
Her daughter’s voice did not fit the part. Furthermore, she had informed both instructors and students that she did not want to do it, and that her mother was pressuring her.
The mother created a big, humiliating spectacle in front of students and professors before moving her daughter to another school “where she could get the recognition she so richly deserved.” © Unknown author/Reddit

Story 6:

One winter morning, I arrived at school to discover that a parent had shown up at the district office demanding to see my teaching evaluations. Apparently, they were upset that their child would not pass first grade, and they wanted to be sure I was “qualified” to make that decision. The arrogance staggered me. They even attempted to access my file through a public records request.
The district shut it down, but what extent did one parent go to because their child failed to read? It was wild. I could not imagine someone would go that far over a retention decision.

Story 7:

I worked at my university’s switchboard in 1993. A father called in and asked to be connected to the Attendance Office. I informed him that we didn’t have an office with that name and inquired what he was searching for. He wanted to know which office could inform him how frequently his daughter attended class.
I informed him that there was no such office and that he would have to consult his daughter. He assumed she would lie, and because it was his money, he wanted to know if she was going to class. I told him he just needed to trust her. He did not. He was surprised to learn that we did not keep track of attendance. © Sandonthebi***/Reddit

Story 8:

I was apprehensive about my high school graduation speech, but my parents had different plans. I discovered my father sneaking into the school the night before to switch my speech notes with a polished version he’d prepared.
When I stepped up to speak, I saw the audience’s perplexed expressions: they were clapping for something I hadn’t spoken. My mother was grinning from the front row, and I felt my heart drop.
In their eyes, they were making me sparkle, but all I felt was a flood of betrayal. I wanted my own voice, not theirs.

Story 9:

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Before middle school, we had to take a statewide test. One mom entered and attempted to bribe the science instructor into handing her the test booklet beforehand. My teacher wasn’t very pleased. The next day, she informed all of us that the booklets had been handed to the school on the day of the exam and that she was not assisting anyone in che::ating. © Im_an_introvert / Reddit

Story 10:

When I was in middle school, my parents made it obvious that they would go to any length to assure my spot on the basketball team. They attended all practices and even hired a trainer behind my back to assist me better.
One day, I discovered my father slipping into the coach’s office, hoping to persuade him to grant me a starting spot. I felt embarrassed and pressured; their behaviors felt like a betrayal of my own efforts.
They believed they were helpful, but instead I felt stifled, as if my accomplishment was never fully mine to own.