Sadness+ Sadnness + lil bit o happy= FTW
I figure that every child has a right to fight with their parents, but the shit that happened this past weekend, I would've never ever expected.
I never would've imagined that my dad would ever punch me in the face for something so stupid as yelling at him for taking a movie that I was about to watch. It shocked me so much that I started crying.
Maybe a bit of background about the situation will help whoever reads this to help me figure out if I did something that deserved the reaction I got:
My brother, who can be a spoiled brat, started screaming because I asked him to move his blankets and pillows out of the den floor so I wouldn't be putting my feet on them while we played Tekken4. This led to my mother coming down the hallway to yell at me for yelling at him, which I hadn't. This led to a screaming match between myself, my mom, and my brother that has happened so often that I expect it. It is always about Tim's behavior and how I need to stop "provoking" him. He screams about anything, even if I'm just talking to him. Oh, and he is 14 fuckin years old. My older sister jumped in every now and then to back up the things I said. My dad decided to jump in and yell at me for "picking" on my little brother. Mom told him to shut up and stay out of our conversation. He stormed off down the hallway. Finally, my mom and myself reached that point in our screaming match that we usually start laughing at things because I make weird remarks such as when she says "Well that is neither here nor there" and my response is "Well then where is it?"
After all this crap my brother and myself decide to watch our new Avatar movie. I go to put it in and it's not on the table where I put it. Mom said that dad took it. I run down the hallway shouting "You jerk! Give it back!" On my way back down the hallway my dad was coming out of the kitchen. I swatted at his stomach, laughed, and called him a jerk again. Then he punched me in the jaw. It shocked me so much that I started crying and ran down the hallway holding my face. It was dead silent in my house (except for me) for a few seconds because my sister, mom, and brother were trying to figure out and then were shocked at what happened. Dad came in my room and started yelling at me to turn around so he could check on me. Then he started threatening me because I didn't. He also said shit to my sis and mom like "I should've beaten them when they were younger, maybe then they wouldn't be such smartasses." Finally he went away.
I still have a bruise and have trouble chewing on the left side of my jaw. And I chipped a few teeth, but not serious enough to need a dentist thankfully. My mom tried to justify it as he hates his job and feel neglected by his family so much that anything would set him off, but you should never hit your kids like that. Even my brother, who I fight with constantly, yelled at my dad about how "you don't hit in the face!." I'm used to getting hit in the arm/shoulder/back and having bruises from my dad. He was always way too rough with us growing up. Especially my sis and me cuz he always wanted boys. Which is why I can throw punches in a fight. But he has never hit me in the face. Ever.
What really hurt the most was that my sis wanted to call the cops or someone for our own protection, but my mom refused because "no one should know our business." She wanted me to lie to my friends to protect her fuckin family image at her job and church over protecting me.
I'm so glad that in a week I'm out of this fucking hellhole. Tho I will miss my sissy. And even my annoying ass little brother. And most definitely all my babies :(
I'm also sad cuz I won't get to see one of my friends that I was suppsed to see on my trip. But hopefully I will get to at Sonisphere! Luv yas Sweetie!
Instead I'm going to meet up with a friend from Germany. Tho he's not my friend, but my friends friend. Ah well, if he's cool with my best friend then he's cool with me. And I'll get to practice meine Deutsch :D
I never would've imagined that my dad would ever punch me in the face for something so stupid as yelling at him for taking a movie that I was about to watch. It shocked me so much that I started crying.
Maybe a bit of background about the situation will help whoever reads this to help me figure out if I did something that deserved the reaction I got:
My brother, who can be a spoiled brat, started screaming because I asked him to move his blankets and pillows out of the den floor so I wouldn't be putting my feet on them while we played Tekken4. This led to my mother coming down the hallway to yell at me for yelling at him, which I hadn't. This led to a screaming match between myself, my mom, and my brother that has happened so often that I expect it. It is always about Tim's behavior and how I need to stop "provoking" him. He screams about anything, even if I'm just talking to him. Oh, and he is 14 fuckin years old. My older sister jumped in every now and then to back up the things I said. My dad decided to jump in and yell at me for "picking" on my little brother. Mom told him to shut up and stay out of our conversation. He stormed off down the hallway. Finally, my mom and myself reached that point in our screaming match that we usually start laughing at things because I make weird remarks such as when she says "Well that is neither here nor there" and my response is "Well then where is it?"
After all this crap my brother and myself decide to watch our new Avatar movie. I go to put it in and it's not on the table where I put it. Mom said that dad took it. I run down the hallway shouting "You jerk! Give it back!" On my way back down the hallway my dad was coming out of the kitchen. I swatted at his stomach, laughed, and called him a jerk again. Then he punched me in the jaw. It shocked me so much that I started crying and ran down the hallway holding my face. It was dead silent in my house (except for me) for a few seconds because my sister, mom, and brother were trying to figure out and then were shocked at what happened. Dad came in my room and started yelling at me to turn around so he could check on me. Then he started threatening me because I didn't. He also said shit to my sis and mom like "I should've beaten them when they were younger, maybe then they wouldn't be such smartasses." Finally he went away.
I still have a bruise and have trouble chewing on the left side of my jaw. And I chipped a few teeth, but not serious enough to need a dentist thankfully. My mom tried to justify it as he hates his job and feel neglected by his family so much that anything would set him off, but you should never hit your kids like that. Even my brother, who I fight with constantly, yelled at my dad about how "you don't hit in the face!." I'm used to getting hit in the arm/shoulder/back and having bruises from my dad. He was always way too rough with us growing up. Especially my sis and me cuz he always wanted boys. Which is why I can throw punches in a fight. But he has never hit me in the face. Ever.
What really hurt the most was that my sis wanted to call the cops or someone for our own protection, but my mom refused because "no one should know our business." She wanted me to lie to my friends to protect her fuckin family image at her job and church over protecting me.
I'm so glad that in a week I'm out of this fucking hellhole. Tho I will miss my sissy. And even my annoying ass little brother. And most definitely all my babies :(
I'm also sad cuz I won't get to see one of my friends that I was suppsed to see on my trip. But hopefully I will get to at Sonisphere! Luv yas Sweetie!
Instead I'm going to meet up with a friend from Germany. Tho he's not my friend, but my friends friend. Ah well, if he's cool with my best friend then he's cool with me. And I'll get to practice meine Deutsch :D