ScorpiusDragon
Mage
- Mar 25, 2019
- 593
They had me because they looked around and saw all their friends having kids. And once they had me, they saw all their friends signing their kids up for these education cram courses and trying to groom their kids to be rich Ivy League graduate doctors, so they decided to do the same exact thing to me.
I feel so much anger whenever I think about it. All those beatings, threats, screaming sessions, etc. What the fuck for?
Sometimes, I wish I could kill myself just to spite them. It would be a huge loss of face for them if their perfect little Ivy League daughter died by suicide. Gasp. What would their friends say?
When I was hospitalized for suicidal thoughts, the first thing my mother said to me when I got out of the hospital was that I was embarrassing her in front of all her friends.
Because in the end, that's all they cared about. How they looked to their friends. They never loved me. They only loved the idea of me. The idea of the perfect Ivy League daughter they could show off to everyone, so everyone can praise them for their "amazing" parenting.
They never even fucking knew me. And you have to ask yourself, how can you love someone you don't even know?
It drives me insane when other Asian Americans say shit like "Your parents did it out of love" or "Think of everything they sacrificed." Oftentimes, these people were similarly abused by their own parents, but they justify the abuse with "my parents did it out of love." Sometimes, I want to shake them by the shoulders and scream in their faces, "BITCH! THEY DID IT FOR THEMSELVES. THEY HAD ME SO THEY COULD VALIDATE THEIR OWN EXISTENCES!!!! HOW ELSE CAN YOU JUSTIFY A MISERABLE 9-5 EXISTENCE, UNLESS YOU HAVE A CHILD (AKA BRAGGING RIGHTS TROPHY) TO COME HOME TO?"
I feel so much anger whenever I think about it. All those beatings, threats, screaming sessions, etc. What the fuck for?
Sometimes, I wish I could kill myself just to spite them. It would be a huge loss of face for them if their perfect little Ivy League daughter died by suicide. Gasp. What would their friends say?
When I was hospitalized for suicidal thoughts, the first thing my mother said to me when I got out of the hospital was that I was embarrassing her in front of all her friends.
Because in the end, that's all they cared about. How they looked to their friends. They never loved me. They only loved the idea of me. The idea of the perfect Ivy League daughter they could show off to everyone, so everyone can praise them for their "amazing" parenting.
They never even fucking knew me. And you have to ask yourself, how can you love someone you don't even know?
It drives me insane when other Asian Americans say shit like "Your parents did it out of love" or "Think of everything they sacrificed." Oftentimes, these people were similarly abused by their own parents, but they justify the abuse with "my parents did it out of love." Sometimes, I want to shake them by the shoulders and scream in their faces, "BITCH! THEY DID IT FOR THEMSELVES. THEY HAD ME SO THEY COULD VALIDATE THEIR OWN EXISTENCES!!!! HOW ELSE CAN YOU JUSTIFY A MISERABLE 9-5 EXISTENCE, UNLESS YOU HAVE A CHILD (AKA BRAGGING RIGHTS TROPHY) TO COME HOME TO?"
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