When I was thirteen, my dad decided he wanted to stop being a parent. He was much older than my mom, so was almost a senior, and he had had three children in his previous marriages, so I suppose he was just tired of it. He didn't want to help my mom with raising us; he barely even spent time with us. It did major damage to my self-image, realizing my father didn't want to be my father anymore. When I asked him about it, he just said he was tired. He didn't want to do it anymore. People don't believe me when I tell them. But it's true.