My parents don’t know im suicidal and ive been thinking about it more and more…Today i went out with my bestfriend whom they both trust. We went to a bonfire. Left. He got lost and when we got back to town we grabbed some food but the chef was gone and our food took forever. Basic basically i came home 30 minutes late and they start snapping on me. Talkimg about respect. I seriously hate them, they compare me to my brother who lies to them all the time and does a lot of drugs. But they don’t know that and flip on me for being late. You know what Fuck them. I wishe they knew everything but until then. I just have to suffer through their bull shit.
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Well you cannot be totally mad at your parents, they are only parents and I am sure when you mature and have children of your own you will understand what it must to be in their shoes. You may see it as “I’m just coming in late what’s the big deal”, but you have no idea what could have been going through their mind when the time you were suppose to come in passed. They are parents, there suppose to worry, be appreciative they actually care enough to get mad at you for your own negligence. Maybe next time to avoid conflict, try communicating with them a bit more so they can be informed if you may be coming in late or not. Until you are able to provide a means of your own and live within an environment of your own, just abide by their rules and be thankful for the privledges they let you partake.
If you feel its unreasonable and condescending that they compare you to the likes of your brother then voice your concern and talk to them. You cannot resent your parents simply for their ignorance. They are humans like you and I, they are not without fallacy. If you wish they knew everything, then help them understand and be open with them, talk to them. I am sure they only wish to help you and support you through your troubling times.
Good luck and take care.
Oh and I must say, I envy you. Don’t take your parents for granted if they only care about you. I have honestly only dreamt of having parents who cared enough about me to worry and yell at me for coming in late on my own behalf, let alone have had the opportunity to even have had parents.
When I was younger my Dad beat me and cussed at me and we fought a lot. I never thought he;d love me. But when I forgave him I could let go of my angst. You sound like you’re still a teenager, please just wait until college if you hate your current situation. And at least tell your mom about what you’re thinking, she’ll be glad you did
Stop acting like such a spoiled brat and realize how lucky you are to have people that worry about you. Boo friggin hoo.