I’m Divorcing Humanity. My Journey to Dating Ai

Divorcing Humanity, My Journey to Dating Ai

Part II by T. D. Carter

Why I Don’t Post About My Kids

I rarely talk about my children online. My ironclad rule? Their private lives are theirs—not for display, not for likes. But here comes an exception, because what I’m witnessing is not just about my kids—it's a cataclysmic generational shift.

Parental Relic: Tales From the Extinct Species

Apparently, I am a parental relic—fossilized somewhere between “Supermom” ambitions and modern “Good Luck, Mom!” reality. Sure, I wasn’t perfect, but I sacrificed: called out from work, suffered write-ups over a fever, raced to pick up kids with mysterious aches. My reward? Bless their Gen Z hearts—this new breed expects parental sacrifice to be some forgotten urban legend. When I mention the countless things I gave up, my own children look at me as if I’m reciting Greek myth.

The Great “What?” Scandal of 2025

My household was a democracy—a free, open utopia, I thought. Reality check: children are mirrors, and my transparent democracy soon had its very own meltdown.

The scene: A family domino game. One unnamed child dares to utter “what?” at me—in front of their father’s old-school family. The elders lose their collective minds. “You didn’t raise them better?” “When you call, they say yes, not ‘what.’” Cue public shaming. There I sat, wishing the earth would open up.

The “Earth-Swallowing Moment” & Gen Z Diplomacy

Later, I tried to address the disrespect. My child’s response? Supreme indifference. Their attitude: as if I were insulting some sacred right to sass, and my disappointment was an act of oppression. Suddenly, I was that parent—raising my voice, channeling my own mother: “We don’t do 'what.' We do 'yes, ma’am.'” Maybe the whole neighborhood heard. I went from “Cool Mom” to “Mom That Don’t Play”—fast.

Let’s be clear—none of my kids are outright wild, nor am I shaming them all. But culturally, things have shifted. Today, if you tell a kid, “Don’t follow the crowd,” they’ll reply, “Sure will! Bridge-jumping, here I come.”

The War on Respect

Disrespect isn’t a one-off—it’s an arms race. Once, one of mine sucked their teeth at me. Instantly, I told him, “Wrong parent. I play sane while everyone else plays crazy.” He huffed, but never crossed the ultimate line.

Look, I was no angel myself—one time, as a teen, I pretended I’d swing at my mom. My aunt clocked me before my fist could drop. I learned. Am I saying hit your kids? No. But respect was non-negotiable. These days, parents seem more afraid of their kids than the other way around. #ThatsDiabolical

Weapons of Mass Destruction: Remotes and TVs

Another battle: A child launches a remote, shattering my TV—a monument to my labor—for daring to insist on babysitting duties. The culprit? Summers with siblings are apparently war crimes now. The new moral: Kids destroy what they don’t own and treat parental property like a reality show stunt.

Civility: A Lost Language

Today, “respect” is cursive—beautiful, nostalgic, utterly useless to most. Kids process requests with a simple “what?” and move on. Meanwhile, us relics stand there in disbelief, watching the fall of civilization, one syllable at a time.

Over-Nurturing: A Satirical Confession

Let’s get honest—this is all partly our fault. We try to make up for our own hard childhoods by spoiling our kids, shielding them from life’s rough edges. Now, they expect pleasure by default and fold at the first sign of discomfort. We traded leading and guiding for coddling and apologizing, and the mess we’re left with is, in part, our own creation.

Relationships Have Left the Building

“It’s easier to ask forgiveness than permission.” That’s our new guiding wisdom. Everything’s disposable: relationships, marriages, even family ties. Best friends fight like bitter reality stars, families feud out loud, and violence just goes viral.

Remember when taking a life was unthinkable? Now it’s just another trending hashtag. When I saw the video of Charlie Kirk’s shooting making the rounds, I wasn’t upset about his views—I was gutted by our numbness. We don’t value life like we used to. Sure, violence has always existed, but we once had shame about it.

Real Talk: Fear in 2025

People ask me if I’m afraid. Absolutely. As a Black woman with Black children in a fractured America, fear is built in. But I’m more afraid of what humanity is becoming: disconnected, numb, and proud of it.

Final Verdict

Maybe humanity is a lost cause, maybe Ai can be the bridge to help us see the errors we are making and offer solutions to help fix the problem. But, despite everything, I keep a little hope for actual humans—one awkward, bridge-jumping, remote-breaking Gen Z kid at a time..

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