Rena rossy
will be blue
- Dec 24, 2019
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When I was young, and my parents were together, everything seemed fine, I didn't understand some of the things that happend around me. But, at that time, everything seemed to be fine. My mother then started to lost her temper more often than usual, problems started, my father did not live with us anymore because of some kind of mistake. At that time, what I didn't know was that I accidentally found a letter from his lover, yelling all over the house. My mother started to get worst, I was the older sibling so she used to get really angry at me more than to my brother. Things started to get worst, my dad would not get involved even when he would see my mom like that and would just walk away. I started to try to take pills that I remembered used to make me feel sleepy to see if I wouldn't wake up, increasing the dose little by little to see if it would work. With years, I learned how to deal with my mother, but things between us were never good. I kind of got along with my dad, but I was not felling good at all. Time passes by and I discovered that I like girls, my mother discovers it by chance when I stupidly left my account open. I had my first girlfriend at 17 (almost 18 yo). She discovered it, thought I was literally possesed, was thinking about an exorcism (seriously no kidding). At that time, my gf suffered from depression was taking meds, my mother told me that she would go to every house of every friend and my, at that time, girlfriend and would talk to their parents and would tell them that it was wrong, she was basically trying to get them into trouble. I panicked, all this happend 11:50 pm, ten minutes prior to my birthday. I thought, I panicked all the thoughts I had in my head came back like words "end it, shouldn't be here, end it". Went to my room, closed the door and put the bed against the door. Took every pill the was available in the closet. My father was able to open the door, rushed me to the ER (it was like a public insurance) just to be told that I was not covered anymore because of my age (just turned 18). I told him that I wouldn't be going to a private hospital, so he helped me to vomit. We walked, we talked. When we came back, my mother was sleeping, she didn't contact my father to know how I was, she didn't know if I was fine, she didn't care... She ended up just yelling that we were being noisy when we came back... Sorry just needed to vent a little... There's more but I think for now it is enought and has helped me to get it out of my system a little haha... I regret posting this haha
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