Gaga786
The Odds Are Never In My favour
- May 3, 2020
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The only reason why I'm still alive: my family.But it's just so enervating dealing with life and staying content with the notion that all my abusers are thriving, while I deal with their mess. Sometimes I feel like I'm just a product of their abuse. Normally, it's time for my family–my mother in particular– to let go of me. They bring up the fact that they will die without me, and I'll transfer my pain onto them.However, they need to take responsibility for their actions as well for their shitty parenting. I have it much better than others, and I am privileged and pampered–but it doesn't ease my suffering any less.I still feel like a failure. Future looks grim, and I doubt I might be of any use later on.
One of the most earliest memories I have is of my mother feeding my abuser while I glance through the kitchen door wondering whether she loves him more than me. I know that isn't the case, but when I told her about his abuse, she brushed it off telling me to ignore. My father neglected me. School life was a joke as I was dubbed to be the failure of the entire school.
One of the most earliest memories I have is of my mother feeding my abuser while I glance through the kitchen door wondering whether she loves him more than me. I know that isn't the case, but when I told her about his abuse, she brushed it off telling me to ignore. My father neglected me. School life was a joke as I was dubbed to be the failure of the entire school.