im done bitching about my life for now. i just need to vent. im not looking for pity or “salvation” just a place to let it out. i would appreciate if you didnt leave rude comments. when i was 4, my parents seperated i had no clue what was going on all i knew was that my mommy and daddy were fighting all the time. i knew i was being fought over. i heard my name and my brothers name shouted constantly. my brother and i were dragged around through numerous custody fights and eventually they settled on joint custody. as some of you may know. this is very hard on a child. growing up i never really had the sense of “home” i never had a point of stability so i grew up confused about why my life wasnt like other kids lives. i would invite my friends over and they either said “im busy with my family” or “i dont really want to go to your house, *insert name here* said it wasnt that much fun” from third to fifth grade i was the teasing point of my elementary school. ive never been as heavy as i depict myself but i think i am because of the abuse i took as a child. i had nicknames such as piggy, bacon bits, and people would oink and/or moo as i walked by. if i tried to play with kids on the playground, they would usually run and play somewhere else as i approached. i would get bribes from kids saying “hey if you let me copy off your paper for the rest of the year i’ll stop calling you names” and i would. but once i realized that it was wrong i went to the teachers. i was the kid who knew when something wasnt right and wanted to make it right and do the good thing by making it right and telling someone. so then i aquired a new nickname. “snitch” at this point i became very close with my school guidance counselor, through all of this i was very close to my mother and i was a mommas girl. i loved nothing more than to see my mom and spend time with her. i would be hurt when she would fuss at me for wanting to play or talk to her when she was busy. but i was used to this, i never noticed that she should have been spending more time with me. once i got to 6th grade, i was amazed because i had friends. people were inviting me to their houses and asking me if they could come to my house. i had people who wanted to get to know me. so as id come home crying almost every day for the 3 years previous my mom wasnt used to me being on the phone and away from home all the time on her weeks. so she started getting posesive, if i was on the phone she would yell at me. if i tried to go somewhere she would yell at me. through all of this i never got much positive attention because my dad loved me, but spent most of his time trying to be the “favorite” by buying me things as apposed to spending time with me. skip forward a few years. my mom is an alcoholic now, bi-polar, manic depressive, politically over-whelming she is a very strong, opposing personality and as i said before i was verbally abused for years without even knowing it. while i went through my awkward pre teen years it was always “take of that makeup” or “no you can NOT shave your legs” and ” you cant wear a bra!” and “go wash of that perfume you smell like a french whore” and “those pants are to tight they squeeze all your fat out” and as i got older i put on alittle weight and we stopped talking for a period of time so she didnt know. i went to see her one weekend and as usual it was ” youve put on weight” she brought this up 5 times through out 2 days and my friend was there to let me know it wasnt all in my head so one time she said it and i fought back. i screamed “WHY AM I NEVER GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU?!” and she responded by yelling back. telling me to just go back to my dads house. so at 11:30 at night my best friend (who has been a life saver to me for 5 years now) drove me the 45 minutes back to my dads house while i was crying and pitiful. over time there were a few texts between me and my mom here and there but never much. she texted me before the holidays telling me not to come see her on thanksgiving or christmas. i texted back saying “i have alot going on, please dont guilt trip me anymore(shes famous for these, and at this point i was depressed, suicidal, and cutting myself and she didnt know) so she fueled that. right before christmas i texted her saying that i still loved her and cared for her and said please dont hate me and the last thing i have heard from my mother was that night when she said “you cant hate someone you dont know” that cut me deeper than i thought possible. before she said all this i was put in a psychiatric treatment center for severe depression and suicidal thoughts and actions, she knew i was there and never once called or mailed or anything, though she had the number and address. so i got out and thought the depression was better because of the medicine. i stopped cutting for three weeks and now im back to it. the depression is raging again and i am boarder-line suicidal once again. this is just the venting of my pathetic life to this point. i apolagize if you wasted your time reading my sob-story.
i have to make one last comment. i owe my life to 4 main people. there are others but these 4 people are the majority of the reason im still alive. if it werent for them i would have gone through with my plan. my boyfriend of almost year who i love. my best friend of 5 years who will always be my closest ali, my daddy who throughout all my life has constantly been improving as a parent and is now amazing to me, and my amazing brother who listens to me ***** and moan about all the things i can say to my dad and still says “i love you em” at the end of it all. I thank you 4 for my life. and i hope you’re enough to keep me around.
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You’re one of the strongest people I know for writing this all down. To be honest it put tears to my eyes to read and actually imagine.
You can email me if you want at daddislilgirlx3@yahoo.com.
I’m always here to listen, I promise. <3.
i appreciate that.
All you have to do is email me. I’ll listen. And I’ll try to help you as best as I can. I’m not going to judge you. I know what you’re feeling, and I know how hard it is. One of my friends is going through a similar situation type thing…And I know how much it hurts him…So I’m going to try to help you as best as I can..So just remember that. <3.
Dear girl. I wish I could hang out with you and have hours long talks. You have even 4 very close people who adore you! I havent had had that put together in my whole life!
If you explain now the disturbances that your mother has, well, in this case she is a victim of herself too, and then you should not feel affected by what she says, because it is clear she does not realize the extent of her doings. Have patience with her.
I think one can get to appreciate from the bottom of the heart when reading someone, reading about her feelings, about her sensitivity and that is us about what you write. You are such a valuable and sensitive person that you enrichen us with your feelings.
Please, do stick to us because we are not going to let you down. Also, you have a dad and a brother and a boyfriend and a friend. what a beautiful treasure!
strong hugs
Alvaro
i acknowledge how lucky i am to have those four people but if you dont love and appreciate yourself, a hundred people wouldnt make you feel good. because of all the abuse and shit ive gone through i dont appreciate or like myself at all. im working on it but it isnt working. all im doing with all this suicidal depression shit is letting them down and putting them through hell. im not worthy to have them in my life. im lucky that i do. but i dont deserve it.
I actually started to cry resding your story, its heart breaking, but at least you have those 4 people in your life to keep you going, I hope it all works out for you in the end <3
Best wishes Hana =)
Long ass story, very much worth my time. I can’t relate to the situation with your parents being divorced but I can relate to you being verbally abused, it’s really really hard to be constantly put down by people and even harder when it’s someone who is supposed to love you and care for you. I hope you know that the things your mother has satid to you are not true, you are an amazing person and she shouldn’t be judging you.
Rach
@WishIcould. Very much worth my time too. You say that you dont appreciate youself. Let me tell you, your writing tells you are very very smart. To write like that when you are still a teenager it is remarkable!
I just had an idea as I wrote. Why dont you really start a book, I really mean it. Since the very start of your life. You have the ability to transmit feelings and very well structured and very keen in your analysis. And seriously, do write that book because it is going to give voice to some many children tortured by their parents. It looks like only us we know about it, but I guarantee that if you do write it, it will be a best seller but the most important thing will be that people will know what others go through. You dont even need a publisher. Just put it in Amazon for free. They publish it in real time as they get requests and also it could be on E-book, like the Kindle stuff.
Hugs.
i started reading the beginning and its not that i dont have time because i would hear everything u had to say if u called me or something, just not a reading type of person, but i read the beginning and already can relate…if anyone knows pain its me, and i really hate the fact that u act like u owe people or ur not worthy enough or whatever, people do things like that because they care, ya know, im here
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