
onelastsnack
I love cats <3
- Apr 14, 2025
- 13
Last night, my father had a raging fit and destroyed my house plant. It's not the end of the world. He's done worse. But something about it makes me feel like I'm on the verge of tears. Not even on the verge, I'm already way past that.
Here I am, quietly sobbing. I've learned to stay quiet ever since he threatened to kill my dogs for weeping too loudly.
I'm just so tired. I'm so tired. I can't do anything. I don't think I can do anything. I don't want to do anything. I just want to have a single day where I feel safe and at peace. I don't want to be constantly on guard anymore. I'm a bum. I don't have a job. I'm not even allowed to have a job apparently. My dad forbids it. It feels like he does not want me to have any sort of success or freedom in my life. It's like he wants to keep me under his grasps forever.
I really want a job. I really want to move out to study law. I really want to live my own life but I'm stuck. My hands are tied. He uses threats to keep me at bay. I cannot disobey. I seem stupid from an outside perspective but I've been conditioned to do nothing but stay quiet and suck it up my whole life. I'm not prepared for the outside world. I'm not prepared to be an adult. I'm stuck here. I cannot leave. I can't leave. There are consequences to leaving. I'm stuck here forever.
Nobody believes me. None of my relatives would ever believe such a friendly and smiley guy would ever hurt his family like this. Nobody would ever believe that he is cheating on his wife with multiple women. Nobody would ever believe our broken household.
The people I know have told me that I'm lucky that I still have a father. That I should appreciate him because he 'spoils me with monetary value'. I don't want the money. Nothing could ever fix what he has done to me and my mother. He hasn't paid the bills for a very long time. My mother struggles to pay for the house by overworking herself with two jobs. I really want to help her but I can't. Otherwise, my dad will get angry and do something terrible. I want my own money. I don't want to spend his sorry dollars to compensate for my emotional damage. He uses money to manipulate me. To make me rely on him financially. That's why he forbids me from having any sort of self reliance or independence.
I'm too afraid to do anything. I've grown up to be a coward under this hellhole. I've learned nothing but fear. His anger takes up so much space that there is no courage left for me. No courage to truly live happily. No courage to seek out success. No courage to do something for myself. No courage to leave.
That's why I want to study law. I want to someday hold him accountable for everything that he has done. I want to give my mother the justice she deserves. I want her to retire and live out her dream restaurant management days. A boba tea corner shop. I want to help out others who may be in a similar situation as me.
But I'm so lost. I'm so tired. I'm so exhausted. I don't have energy for anything anymore. Everything is so difficult. Going outside is already difficult for me. It's so hard to get out of bed. It's so hard to take care of myself. It's so hard to keep up with my peers. I just want to sleep forever in peace.
I have to stop crying soon. I have to go out to buy another pot for my succulent. I'm sure I can still salvage it. They're resilient plants after all. They're a lot more resilient than me. They never give up. They hardly ever die even on weeks where I forget to water them. Even after my father threw them onto the sundeck, they're still alive and well. Even though their little resting hut, their pot, is shattered, they're still alive and well.
I wish I was like that. I wish I was stronger. I'm so weak. How can I ever study law like this? Nobody believes in me. I don't even believe in myself sometimes. I wish I had a stable family. I wish my father wasn't so angry all the time. I wish I could have my own independence. I wish I could have my own freedom.
I'm a grown adult, yet I'm stuck here. I can legally leave and there is nothing he can do about it, yet I'm stuck here. There are so many things keeping me here. I cannot just leave. But I cannot just stay here either. I am in a position where I cannot act altogether. My peers are already so mature. They're already working. They're already studying for their degrees. Yet, I'm stuck here. I'm not doing anything at all. I can't do anything under his grasp. I'm a good for nothing.
I shouldn't have been born at all. It'll be easier for her to leave him at least. I've asked her, "why don't you just divorce him?" She told me I still needed a father. But I know that's just an excuse. He is a terrible father and a sorry excuse of a husband. She's just as afraid as me. She's too afraid to leave as well. My father's control has seeped in far too long to the point where we fear freedom even more than we fear him.
Thank you for reading if you've reached this far. I can't stop sobbing. I know have to be quiet but I just can't stop. It hurts so much.
Here I am, quietly sobbing. I've learned to stay quiet ever since he threatened to kill my dogs for weeping too loudly.
I'm just so tired. I'm so tired. I can't do anything. I don't think I can do anything. I don't want to do anything. I just want to have a single day where I feel safe and at peace. I don't want to be constantly on guard anymore. I'm a bum. I don't have a job. I'm not even allowed to have a job apparently. My dad forbids it. It feels like he does not want me to have any sort of success or freedom in my life. It's like he wants to keep me under his grasps forever.
I really want a job. I really want to move out to study law. I really want to live my own life but I'm stuck. My hands are tied. He uses threats to keep me at bay. I cannot disobey. I seem stupid from an outside perspective but I've been conditioned to do nothing but stay quiet and suck it up my whole life. I'm not prepared for the outside world. I'm not prepared to be an adult. I'm stuck here. I cannot leave. I can't leave. There are consequences to leaving. I'm stuck here forever.
Nobody believes me. None of my relatives would ever believe such a friendly and smiley guy would ever hurt his family like this. Nobody would ever believe that he is cheating on his wife with multiple women. Nobody would ever believe our broken household.
The people I know have told me that I'm lucky that I still have a father. That I should appreciate him because he 'spoils me with monetary value'. I don't want the money. Nothing could ever fix what he has done to me and my mother. He hasn't paid the bills for a very long time. My mother struggles to pay for the house by overworking herself with two jobs. I really want to help her but I can't. Otherwise, my dad will get angry and do something terrible. I want my own money. I don't want to spend his sorry dollars to compensate for my emotional damage. He uses money to manipulate me. To make me rely on him financially. That's why he forbids me from having any sort of self reliance or independence.
I'm too afraid to do anything. I've grown up to be a coward under this hellhole. I've learned nothing but fear. His anger takes up so much space that there is no courage left for me. No courage to truly live happily. No courage to seek out success. No courage to do something for myself. No courage to leave.
That's why I want to study law. I want to someday hold him accountable for everything that he has done. I want to give my mother the justice she deserves. I want her to retire and live out her dream restaurant management days. A boba tea corner shop. I want to help out others who may be in a similar situation as me.
But I'm so lost. I'm so tired. I'm so exhausted. I don't have energy for anything anymore. Everything is so difficult. Going outside is already difficult for me. It's so hard to get out of bed. It's so hard to take care of myself. It's so hard to keep up with my peers. I just want to sleep forever in peace.
I have to stop crying soon. I have to go out to buy another pot for my succulent. I'm sure I can still salvage it. They're resilient plants after all. They're a lot more resilient than me. They never give up. They hardly ever die even on weeks where I forget to water them. Even after my father threw them onto the sundeck, they're still alive and well. Even though their little resting hut, their pot, is shattered, they're still alive and well.
I wish I was like that. I wish I was stronger. I'm so weak. How can I ever study law like this? Nobody believes in me. I don't even believe in myself sometimes. I wish I had a stable family. I wish my father wasn't so angry all the time. I wish I could have my own independence. I wish I could have my own freedom.
I'm a grown adult, yet I'm stuck here. I can legally leave and there is nothing he can do about it, yet I'm stuck here. There are so many things keeping me here. I cannot just leave. But I cannot just stay here either. I am in a position where I cannot act altogether. My peers are already so mature. They're already working. They're already studying for their degrees. Yet, I'm stuck here. I'm not doing anything at all. I can't do anything under his grasp. I'm a good for nothing.
I shouldn't have been born at all. It'll be easier for her to leave him at least. I've asked her, "why don't you just divorce him?" She told me I still needed a father. But I know that's just an excuse. He is a terrible father and a sorry excuse of a husband. She's just as afraid as me. She's too afraid to leave as well. My father's control has seeped in far too long to the point where we fear freedom even more than we fear him.
Thank you for reading if you've reached this far. I can't stop sobbing. I know have to be quiet but I just can't stop. It hurts so much.
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