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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 11:13 am
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Now, I know that most of you probably wouldn't be concerned with this, but it's something I have to vent, before I break.
Many of you can probably remember the sitcoms of the 90's. Saved by the bell, Family Matters, Full House, shows like that. Everyone in the family was happy, and even though they had their hard times, everything turned out in the end right? Everyone wanted a family like that. Too bad, it never happened for my family.
My father is not a nice person, that I've learned to accept. He was great for about a year, and then something happened. For 15 years, (I'm 16 now) I've given my father chances, to come back into my life. 15 long years, I watched my father leave at 6am, and come back home around 4am, from either work, or going out with his friends.
When he was home, life was, to say the least, hell. I was always the scapegoat when something went wrong. When a dish broke, or something was left on the floor, someone idn't do a chore, or I had been late coming home, I would get pulled up to my parents room for about two hours, to suffer the harsh blows of words my father had created in his mind for me.
My mother? Ha! That's a laugh. From the time I was about eight, when my sister was born, it was as if I became a slave to my family. I learned to cook, clean, iron, press, and babysit, all before I reached puberty. My little sister, Leah, has started to call me "Mommy." Leah, is six, turning seven on Halloween. She is a vision in pink, and I'm very proud of her for not complying to my lifestyle of being a hard "goth" I suppose you could say, although I hate labels. My mother works from around 8 am, to 5:30 PM, but then goes to do her homework, and then joins my father at whatever club he's at. I have two other siblings, both boys. One, who is 13, tries his best to help me out around the house, and I appreciate that.
My best friend of 3 years, I am now being informed of, is a scumbag, who only wants to get into my pants. He may be a bit of a "hippie" [[That's my nickname for him...No one else can call him that]] but he's the best friend I've ever had, and I'm no longer allowed to see him.
I don't know what I'm even writing this for, but I suppose it's just because I need help. I'm lost at the point, and I suppose some new views of the situation will be helpful.
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 11:18 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 5:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 5:20 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 10:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 8:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 9:46 am
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That is a terrible thing to say qewlkid. They're still your parents. As much as I'm angry at them, there's no reason to say that. I mean, if it wasn't for them, you wouldn't be here. They're always going to be there for you, and making your mother cry is just wrong.
LingMing, I do break down a lot. My venting, such as this one, always comes after I break. Heh, this was actually one of my better ones. My breaks usually include destorying of my own property. My room has now become my sanctuary, with a new lock, and a few holes in walls by my own fists. But I suppose it's better than hurting someone else...And don't say anything about a pillow -lol- RIP as of yesterday.
I manage my time very well actually, Blank. Exactly like a mother does, I suppose. I'm up at around 10am in the summer, one indulgence on my part that my parents can't control. Then I make food, and just go around doing the things that need to be done, that my parents won't do themselves. If I do try to get out of the house, I fear that my family will fall apart. No one else in the house will take that responsibility, and I'm quite sure my parents won't ever change. They'll be 92 before realizing their joints hurt. -lol- In addition, my friend, Brandon, would never do that. He's almost engaged as of last week. To a very nice girl named Jodi. She's quite sweet actually, and we're getting to be very good friends. I've known Brandon my whole life almost, and my parents are only saying that because he stood up for me when my father was yelling. Dr. Phil's head would spin if he heard all this, I'm sure, but I'll keep it in mind, thank you.
No, you're right IfAngelsBurn. My parents aren't "bad" parents. Just a little immature. I do like your advice though. I'd say your comparison to hem being "rebel" kids is quite acurate. Thank you. However, I can't just stop everything I'm doing, that would be a mess, maybe only a little bit at a time.
Thanks everyone, you've helped so much.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 8:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 11:41 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 1:11 am
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You love your family you have younger siblings that your care about very much and from the sounds of things the feeling is mutual you're dad is a man drowned in selfish routine, you're mom is a lazy useless sounding woman. Yes they brought you into the world, and their failing the first test whatever you believe in is giving them. Every parent has the right to make their child a slave and treat them like crud, however the secret is that they're not supposed to. They're supposed to try to keep their temper when you drive the m crazy from the ages 0-4 maybe and most likely 4-15, and hopefully you'll grow up to be a smart hunk o' meats. You're situation is a combination of two of my friends, both of them are younger then you and deal with things in a different way. I can't give you advice but I can tell you what they do. #1 isn't physically hurt but she has to do everything around the house, practically raise the children on her own (two littluns), and can almost never go anywhere. #2 has actually gotten used to things like getting books or utensils thrown at her or being pushed down the stairs by her mother. She's used to her mom going out late at night and not coming back until the next day, and she's used to watching her mom drunk or high. #1 loses herself in any distraction she can and then suffers from breakdowns and her way if thinking is obviousely messed up. #2's brain is just as screwed and she takes her mothers actions in stride, she goes to school and has a small group of close friends (one of them became a boyfriend, but she's sick of the different way he acts and is trying to just be friends with him again). I'm a lucky girl, I have a good family, not perfect but good. So that being the case the way both of my friends act puzzles me and frustrates me. Either way if you can come up with some sort of excuse to be away from your family for even a week (a GOOD excuse) that itself might be a bucket of ice water for your folks. Take care, don't randomly deside to kill yourself either, and sorry your folks are acting how they are towards friend (two words: secret randezvouz)
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 1:33 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 11:22 pm
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