IamThisOne
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About five years ago my father and my step-mother were "having a talk" with me. This meant they would holler at me and get on to me about things even though I never did anything wrong.
They were basically just hollering at me because I didn't socialize like my brother and my step-siblings. They said that customers at the store where I work said that I was rude and that they felt like beating me up and stuff. I never did anything to them. My step-mother gave me the "you got a month to find another job". The thing that really made me hate her so much is how she would ridicule me. I would put my input in on the conversation and she would mock me and continue to holler at me.
I never did anything bad. I made straight A's in school and I just stayed in my room, but I guess I just take up space. I mean why else would they holler at me in front of everyone else for no reason. Then they would ask me "what's wrong" when I would get mad and cry.
That night when they were done hollering at me, I was in my room crying and my brother came in and gave me a tuna fish sandwich that he made for me. My brother never did stuff like that, I guess he just heard my "loving" parents "talking" to me. That was one of the most "touching" gesture I have ever received. He actually went and spent the time mixing the tuna just to give to me.
I think about crap like this everyday and it tears me apart.
Why do I make myself relive those experiences?
I'm just ready to f***ing die.
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They were basically just hollering at me because I didn't socialize like my brother and my step-siblings. They said that customers at the store where I work said that I was rude and that they felt like beating me up and stuff. I never did anything to them. My step-mother gave me the "you got a month to find another job". The thing that really made me hate her so much is how she would ridicule me. I would put my input in on the conversation and she would mock me and continue to holler at me.
I never did anything bad. I made straight A's in school and I just stayed in my room, but I guess I just take up space. I mean why else would they holler at me in front of everyone else for no reason. Then they would ask me "what's wrong" when I would get mad and cry.
That night when they were done hollering at me, I was in my room crying and my brother came in and gave me a tuna fish sandwich that he made for me. My brother never did stuff like that, I guess he just heard my "loving" parents "talking" to me. That was one of the most "touching" gesture I have ever received. He actually went and spent the time mixing the tuna just to give to me.
I think about crap like this everyday and it tears me apart.
Why do I make myself relive those experiences?
I'm just ready to f***ing die.
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