As some of you may know, I recently had a miscarriage. I feel terrible and can’t seem to get over it and my family is not helping at all. My dad and my brother call me fat literally everyday and my father is forcing me to go to the gym so I “get fit” or whatever. That breaks my heart. They don’t understand that the extra pounds I have and my tiny belly reminds me of my baby, and I’m not ready to let that go. I don’t care about looking hot or being fit right now. Plus, my mom basically keeps me under house arrest despite the fact I’m almost twenty by literally locking me inside the house and taking my phone away from me. My sister is unbearable and has betrayed my trust, I even think I hate her (and I don’t hate anyone). I feel desperate, lonely and more depressed than ever. I’m so convinced that is not worth trying anymore. I don’t wanna live with them for five more years (I’m forced to, that’s how it works in my country unless I get married). I want it to be over.
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It might not have to be 5 years, they might change their behavior before that. Even if they don’t, so many things can happen in 5 years that the situation is bound to change too, eventually. That said… yeah, i totally get the attachment to your belly due to the link to your baby, and i’m sorry to read about the miscarriage (haven’t read your previous posts). I do hope that things get more endurable for you and that your family gives you a break, specially considering all things that you’ve had to go through.