bugs_for_brains
We can always regroup on the moon <3
- Mar 4, 2024
- 90
I feel absolutely sick to my stomach and despise them when I think about the stuff they've done/said to me and especially to my little sister in the past. But at the same time I still love them it's really confusing. They've been as supportive as they can with some topics such as my social anxiety and autism (although they were very bad with me before I was diagnosed) but it's hard not to resent them when I remember my nan screaming at my sister who was 10 years old at the time for being suicidal and calling her the most disgusting names possible, telling her that she has no right to be depressed, telling her to go and cut herself and basically telling her to kill herself if she wants to die so bad. All while my mum just sat and agreed. That's my little sister at the end of the day and I don't care what she did, at 10 years old absolutely nothing warrants that. They also did the same to me when I was around 11 but less extreme. They've always treated her worse because she's more willing to speak out and they take it as her being aggressive.
This is only one of the things they've done but it pisses me off the most. I don't care how supportive they pretend to be to make themselves look good and/or feel better, how many psychologists they take her to, how much "professional help" they try to give her, that doesn't mean shit if they're gonna continue treating her like she's fucking satan himself because she "answers back" after being screamed at for no reason.
I wish I could hate them wholeheartedly because if they weren't my parents I definitely would but I just can't. It's a mix of the fact that they've genuinely supported me sometimes (even though I often question if they do it for selfish reasons) and that they've manipulated me sm into believing that everything they did was my fault or not a big deal, never happened at all, etc.
I can't wait to kms but i have to wait until my nan dies so i cant even be comfortable waiting for my death bc it will mean that shes also gone. Even my death depends on when she dies, I can't even make that choice without considering her despite what she's done to me and my sister over and over again. I feel guilty even writing this post. My parents have essentially broke me and I wish I could fully commit to either hating them or being completely delusional but unfortunately I'm stuck in the middle
I might regret posting this later bc guilt (I'm a pussy and sensitive af LOL) but I guess it's better to get it out somewhere so I don't let it affect how I treat them
This is only one of the things they've done but it pisses me off the most. I don't care how supportive they pretend to be to make themselves look good and/or feel better, how many psychologists they take her to, how much "professional help" they try to give her, that doesn't mean shit if they're gonna continue treating her like she's fucking satan himself because she "answers back" after being screamed at for no reason.
I wish I could hate them wholeheartedly because if they weren't my parents I definitely would but I just can't. It's a mix of the fact that they've genuinely supported me sometimes (even though I often question if they do it for selfish reasons) and that they've manipulated me sm into believing that everything they did was my fault or not a big deal, never happened at all, etc.
I can't wait to kms but i have to wait until my nan dies so i cant even be comfortable waiting for my death bc it will mean that shes also gone. Even my death depends on when she dies, I can't even make that choice without considering her despite what she's done to me and my sister over and over again. I feel guilty even writing this post. My parents have essentially broke me and I wish I could fully commit to either hating them or being completely delusional but unfortunately I'm stuck in the middle
I might regret posting this later bc guilt (I'm a pussy and sensitive af LOL) but I guess it's better to get it out somewhere so I don't let it affect how I treat them