What Weird Things Did Your Parents Do, That You Thought Was Normal?

The sleeping in different beds isn’t to uncommon. My wife and I have separate sleeping areas, I’m a loud snoring foot wiggling hairy beast. It started when she got pregnant the first time due to discomfort and insomnia. 15 years later we’re so used to it. And for anyone concerned I have 4 kids and a healthy marriage so yes it’s not to psychotic lol. Don’t need to sleep in the same bed for fun times

My mother would make a big pot of navy beans. She would leave it uncovered on the stove until it was gone. That usually took about a week. I asked her why she left the beans out because it gathered bacteria. She said that's why she poured white vinegar in it every day. It kills the bacteria so we don't get sick.

13:27 this isn’t normal?

Growing up, my dad would have me call my brothers...on my birthday. 

It didn't hit me until my birthday in 2019 that it was suppose to be them calling me on my birthday, not the other way around.

Also, until my parents got divorced when I was 15, my clothes were in my parents bedroom and my dad's clothes were in my bedroom.

Filling the house with junk. I later learned that is called "hoarding".

The one with exploring unfinished houses is relatable; when I was growing up my family lived for a few years in a subdivision still rapidly expanding, so we would often walk or ride our bicycles over to houses under construction whenever construction crews were away and walk through them, sometimes even into the second floor. The worst we’d have to deal with was the errant nail on the ground (we always wore good shoes). The doors would never have even been installed yet so we could just walk in to all the uncovered wooden framing and bare floors. It was fun.

My mother was (and still is) a regular middle-class woman with practically no discernible criminal history. This was just part of our afternoon/evening walks in the neighborhood. Nobody around there seemed to really care or notice.

It’s not a weird tradition, but I want to talk about it.
We used to do this thing called “Pollyanna” every Christmas Eve.

Basically, everyone gets a piece of paper and writes their name down and what they wanted for Christmas, and then puts it in a hat.

Afterwards, someone would go around and if they came up to you, you’d take a random name out of the hat, and whatever that person wrote on the list, you’d get it for them.

There was only two rules
1. Don’t pick your own name
2. Don’t pick the name of an immediate family member (parent, sibling, spouse, kid).

We stopped doing it after we started having separate Christmases.
Not because of family drama or anything, it was just a lot easier for everybody. We still get together every Christmas Eve though.

15:06 sounds like the father has been eating too much of the mother's "vegan" cooking.

My mom had to just about touch and inventory everything that came in the house. I mean like even went through our backpacks some of us even through high school. Gave us baths until at least middle school. And mom had to arrange EVERYTHING into very particular orders and places. Like most likely OCD. If you put something down on the counter/table or somewhere because that's what people do, mom would pick it up and put it down a centimeter to the side of where you put it.

Pepsi mixed with wine? barbaric!

Not my parents but an ex of mine would make toast in the morning, take the freshly popped toast, bang it together and stand it up like a tepee until it was completely cold. His whole family did it apparently, and had done for generations. It never occurred to him that this was odd, and it totally blew his mind to discover that he wouldn't be violently sick if he ate his toast hot. Turns out his great grandmother was terrified of eating hot yeast, believing it to be harmful to the natural "humours".

My mother was ill and always cold, even during Summer. She used to turn the oven on the lowest setting, open the door all the way out and place a pillow on the opened out oven door to rest her upper body on to get warm. It was normal to me growing up and I explained it to my friends whenever a new one would come visit for the first time, like it was a simple fact that was no big deal. Once explained, my friends would just accept it as a normal fact and greet my mother basking in front of the oven, every time they visited. She would talk to them and invite them on our day trips. She wore long clothes outside.

I don't pour unused cereal down the sink, usually for stuff like Raisin Bran and RIce Krispies I'd try to strain as much as I could with a spoon or sifter. I will toss pickle juice in the toilet after I've finished the jar, though, so any seeds or remnants of pickles are disposed of.

So sick of these uploads

3:58 that whole story was way funnier to me than it shouldve been...

P.s, lick your yogurt lids.



4:34 also, i feel vindicated they said sliver and not splinter... i had someone really question me about that once and I felt a bit off for a while.

"The daddy pop shop" = lol xD

8:06 this was the comment I was waiting for tbh

The first one is completely Normal- Me and my Husband sleep in seperate rooms and beds. I know a LOT of people who sleep in seperate beds. It's perfectly normal and actually healthy

After the frustration that was my entire day today, I needed the peanut butter dipping story. Too heckin' precious <3

I'm Greek Orthodox and the egg banging is one of the main Easter traditions in Greece. We mostly paint the eggs red and a lot of people use this technique with the onion skins to give the eggs brown colour motifs.

During the summer, I wasn’t allowed inside until way AFTER dark. When other kids ran home before or when the street lights came on, I still had at least an hour before I could go in.

Not family but my ex gf. (We parted on good terms) would lean against her washing machine when it would get off balance. She said it was normal to lean against it when it happened (which was often. Her washer was very old) I was told by a friend of mine that you should readjust the load but if that didn't work then sit on it. I was told by another friend to just leave it alone or just adjust the load. I've been told conflicting information so if anyone has any advice on what to do that would be nice

The first one isn't even abnormal, there's plenty of couples who don't sleep in the same room, usually due to snoring or one person liking a much warmer or cooler room than the other etc.

Well. I can relate to a few of these. My childhood home was one of the first built on the street, and I remember going into the new houses when I was like 6/7ish, collecting nails from all around and putting them into the drains of the houses.. sorry neighbours...
Also, our kitchen had a big slit in the door frame, from this one time my stepdad swung a machete at my mum.. he missed, thank God, but yea, good times!