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why you ask?
Where do I begin...
So I need to live on my own. Just Mila and I soon. My parents do a lot of emotional damage. They come home pissed off not knowing how stressful my day has been so far. They were mad because they 'claim' I left the front door open. Funny thing is that I used the back door today. So there is no way in hell that I left or entered through the front when my car was parked in the back of the house. So because my dad is already pissed off for something I did not do, him and my mom feed off each other to try and get me upset. Mostly by namecalling. Like who's the adult in this situation? I am not a perfect being but I don't sit there picking at anyone or have ever intentionally called anyone by names to hurt them. My mom walks by my room talking shit, saying how she can't wait until I die, and then I can hear them bickering in the kitchen about how much they detest me.
I have to live on my own. My parents divorced 16 years ago, why they live together, only god knows, but I cannot suffer for their miserable lives. I had to deal with them for so long. I can still remember my dad yelling at me when I was 12 because I was at the video store with my friend. They weren't super strict, but they did things to make it seem like they had me under their control. Verbally abusive, I suppose. They NEVER respected my privacy. They embarrased me infront of my friends for many years. Number one reason why I never like anyone to come over. When I would bring people over, they would start arguing infront of people for attention's sake. They do the same when my brother's bring their wives/ girlfriends over. But more with me.
I guess it's wrong to write about a blog on my parents. I am an adult, I shouldn't even be living here. But I have nowhere else to go. So this is my way of dealing with what they do by writing it down. . They are quick to point the finger at me... but when I know I'm in the right, they walk away or stop me from provin them wrong. I think just being here makes me soo miserable. Just because I was the last person to leave the house does not mean I even used that door. How can I tell them this where they'll believe me. I know it sounds really immature and stupid to get stressed over this. but this is not the end of it. I can hear them continuing their 'cely bashing' in the front room. I feel belittled and disrespected. My dad always has a thing of calling me stupid in front of people and I am so sick of hearing it. I make mistakes but that does not mean I am stupid. K I' guess I am done venting.
why you ask?
Where do I begin...
So I need to live on my own. Just Mila and I soon. My parents do a lot of emotional damage. They come home pissed off not knowing how stressful my day has been so far. They were mad because they 'claim' I left the front door open. Funny thing is that I used the back door today. So there is no way in hell that I left or entered through the front when my car was parked in the back of the house. So because my dad is already pissed off for something I did not do, him and my mom feed off each other to try and get me upset. Mostly by namecalling. Like who's the adult in this situation? I am not a perfect being but I don't sit there picking at anyone or have ever intentionally called anyone by names to hurt them. My mom walks by my room talking shit, saying how she can't wait until I die, and then I can hear them bickering in the kitchen about how much they detest me.
I have to live on my own. My parents divorced 16 years ago, why they live together, only god knows, but I cannot suffer for their miserable lives. I had to deal with them for so long. I can still remember my dad yelling at me when I was 12 because I was at the video store with my friend. They weren't super strict, but they did things to make it seem like they had me under their control. Verbally abusive, I suppose. They NEVER respected my privacy. They embarrased me infront of my friends for many years. Number one reason why I never like anyone to come over. When I would bring people over, they would start arguing infront of people for attention's sake. They do the same when my brother's bring their wives/ girlfriends over. But more with me.
I guess it's wrong to write about a blog on my parents. I am an adult, I shouldn't even be living here. But I have nowhere else to go. So this is my way of dealing with what they do by writing it down. . They are quick to point the finger at me... but when I know I'm in the right, they walk away or stop me from provin them wrong. I think just being here makes me soo miserable. Just because I was the last person to leave the house does not mean I even used that door. How can I tell them this where they'll believe me. I know it sounds really immature and stupid to get stressed over this. but this is not the end of it. I can hear them continuing their 'cely bashing' in the front room. I feel belittled and disrespected. My dad always has a thing of calling me stupid in front of people and I am so sick of hearing it. I make mistakes but that does not mean I am stupid. K I' guess I am done venting.