glowing.purple.aura
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- Sep 15, 2025
- 6
- That moment when you realize it's not just one parent who ruined your life, it's both!!! (as if I don't already hate them enough for conceiving me)
- My mom might not be physically abusive like my dad was, but she has the mental and emotional abuse locked downnnnn!!! (she's also invalidating as FUCK—claiming that I'm not actually depressed but just angry and acting like mental illness is a mindset)
- I just love how she's so angry at me right now for letting my therapist know I'm suicidal because it means ANOTHERRRR TREATMENT PROGRAMMMM that she has to pay for (in the past she's been like "I could've bought myself a new car or gone on vacation but NOOO you have to waste all my money on your treatment"...but has yet to consider that I wouldn't need it if she weren't such a cunt)
- She also doesn't even try to hide how much of the hated child I am which is why I'm currently making this post. When my sister asked to go to a concert, she paid for my sister's ticket, drove her and her friend almost 2 hours there, waited in the parking lot of the stadium for 3 hours, and then drove her and her friend back. I asked to go to a concert (even though I ask for NOTHING EVER BECAUSE HER ANSWER FOR ME IS ALWAYS NO) and she was like "ehh you'll get too anxious and not go" (which is funny because according to her anxiety isn't real), I had to convince my aunt to take me to this concert and since NOTHING EVER GOES RIGHT FOR ME my aunt saying yes to taking me has been my reason to live for the past two months. Anyways, I asked my mom to order me a ~$20 shirt for the concert over a month ago (which should have been an immediate yes because I never ask for clothes OR ANYTHING ELSE and she constantly gives my sister her credit card to go shopping) but of course it had to be this big thing and now it's a week before the concert and she texts me "It still hasn't shipped yet..." after waiting—again—over a month to order it like REALLY?!?!?!! I WONDER WHY like way to ruin my whole mood a whole week before...
