Family Drama Stories

My goddamn family keeps on pressuring me to do all the bs they want me to do, instead of trying to let me have a choice. as if im their clone, ffs. i told my dad i didnt want to play basketball anymroe since my og basketball coach stopped teaching, and the first thing he did was say "Because you're lazy". He showed me a chinese coach who could teach me basketball, but they cant speak english. I saw a video on it, and I was confused. Confused as hell, I didnt know a single thing that was going on. I could speak chinese, sure, but I knew no basketball jargon in chinese. and my dad looked at me as if he taught me basketball in chinese. And he said "You do know how to understand. You're just too lazy to accept that. Am I right?" I couldnt even say no to that answer. I still wanted to play basketball. All he said was "Dont bother playing anymore, dont bother trying to ask if you can continue playing."

I do not like my parents. I have an older brother and it's obcvous that he's the golden child, my parents would do anything to make him happy while I'm just there wanting to be acknowleged and maybe respected? To give some context I am transgender and gay, since I was 11 I was struggling with my identity.(I'm now 16) At 13 I started self-harming and I was struggling mentally. During that time I met my best friend, he is also trans. His dad is more supportive than my parents are so he got to wear boy clothes, got to have short hair etc. My parents weren't really fond of him and I think they wanted to have a reason to make me cut him out. Eventually me and my friend started dating and he was the true love to me. On my 14th birthday I decided to fuck it all and I gave myself a nice short haircut. My parents freaked out and assumed it was my friend who was poisoning my brain but it was a decison I made on my own due to gender dysphoria. My parents forbid me from talking to him and it crushed me, we continued to date in secret for a few months more but came the moment when we broke up. I stopped texting him for a few minutes and he was really worried because I was very close to the edge of unaliving myself, he texted my mom basically begging her to check up on me. I was not trying to kill myself but I thought that my mom would ask what's wrong but I was so so wrong. She started complaining that she has it harder than me, how dare I even think of dying and she started listing all her problems and issues. That sucked. Few months later my parents found out about my self-harm and it was just a night of my parents screaming at me that it's disgusting, that I should be ashamed of it, that I don't have a reason to do all this. Many other hurtful things were said by them but I think what stuck the most was my dad asking "what did you use? do you want me to buy you real razors?" and then screaming at me. Few months later I was trying to attempt suicide, the only person whom I said goodbye to was my best friend, he threatened to call my mom and I think that was the only reason I got out of the noose. I lied down on the floor, my brother rushed into my room and called my mom. She promised that she won't be mad at me and that I should go to her. She lied. I did not hear a single sentence that would try to comfort me. My parents started another screaming session and I think what hurt me the most was what my mom said, "look at your brother how sad he is because of what you did". My brother then got comforted by my mom while I was just left in my room crying with my dad yelling at me, he was extremely homophobic and transphobic then as well. I was forbidden from going to school, I had my electronics taken away and I couldn't leave the house for a week. Then it was the summer holidays, then highschool started. 1st year in highschool was alright I guess but my best friend found a new parnter and I was getting depressed again, but it didn't work out between them. I feel bad for saying this but I'm happy it didn't. We promised eachother that once I turn 18 and move out we're gonna be togheter not as friend nor as a couple. Just us 2. Now I'm in 2nd grade and a few months ago my brother got a girlfriend, it wouldv'e been fine except for the fact that he's 21 and I think she's 15/16. He gets to sleepover at her place 3 hours away for WEEK at a time and I couldn't go to sleepovers to my friend who lived 15 minutes away. There are 2 things related to his relationship with that girl that genuenly made me cry: 1st was when before they got all official my mom told me "I'm so worried about your brother, what if she breaks his heart?". Mother you were cheering when you found out that the love of my life left me? You didn't give a shit about my broken heart? 2nd was when during like additional english lesson at a language school we were discussing stereotypes and everyone was joking and I decided to join in and joked about "discord mod" stereotype and said that my brother was one. My teacher asked what's that, I explained and also said the age gap between my brother and his girlfriend and my teacher was disgusted. I then asked why is it okay for him to be a pedo but not okay for me to be gay? I then started violently crying, my teacher came to hug me, she comforted and brushed my hair with her hands, she let me cry it out as long as I needed it. The rest of the lesson was kinda akward but it was the first time in many years that I felt maternal love, even if she isn't my mom. I sometimes mention weird stuff my parents do and she always says that she's a mom herself and that it's terrifying what they're doing and that she would never to that to her children. A week later, when we were alone in the classroom she asked how I'm feeling, are my parents really that not accepting of who I am, she said that she can see that I'm fading away and if I need it she can call someone or talk with my mom to talk sense into her. I declined the last offer because it would've made it worse but I thanked her for caring. Mrs Monika if you somehow end up reading this I love you and I would like to thank you for being a better mom to me than my mom ever was, (even if we see eachother only once a week). Me and my friend recently went thrifting in secret and some time later we went ice skating(also in secret haha, and we did kiss both times, I love that weirdo). That's all I guess?

It sounds hardless. But my uncle is a fatshamer who says I'm ugly because I'm overweight. My grandma has lost her marbles and also talks about me being overweight. My other grandma is a nymphomaniac who makes me hella uncomfortable. The other uncles basically doesn't exist and the one I got along with really well died in front of me...and my parents are...Well...debatable. They want me to pay 400 in rent and that was fine when I earned 1800 by working 6 days a week for 8 hours a day (I'm on minimum wage) now with uni They cut my hours. I pay for everything myself and I pay for my little brother's stuff. I cannot afford 400 in rent. And they just said "stop buying things" and I'm like...I go out twice a week for coffee. That is it. The rest is spent on THEIR son. I cannot afford to move out because I have no secure job nor hours. But yet I'm the villain. And I have "no problems in life". I go to work where I'm being mistreated just to be used, judged and still be broke.

Just to vent lol. Read if you wish. But i would.like your opinion if you can.

Everytime a relative or a cousin goes through their last year of high-school or entrance exam, my mum needs to bring up how I did badly in them, which tbh was not even that bad. I scored 90% in school but that's "bad" compared to what they were expecting. We are indians for some context. I am literally in 3rd yr of uni but my mom keeps bringing it up.

Because I did my high-school during covid and it was all online, I couldn't keep up with it and the pressure was insane that I just stopped studying. I lived with them and honestly I was so tired everyday. Ofcourse you couldn't really "see" anything, I acted like I was studying while I cheated on every internal exam because she kept asking to see the rank. It got so worse that everyday I would go to sleep hoping to not wake up the next day. I had 0 positivity towards life and I just wouldn't do anything. I only decided to start studying like the last 2 months of high-school which was why I have the marks I have but obviously couldn't get the entrance.

Now my cousin is going to take the exam and their parents have no expectations on her. I told my parents that my cousin can score more than what her parents expect because its not that hard. Obviously my mistake.

Then they asked me why I couldn't get it then since they sent me for special coaching and everything. I said I was a different case and I was too homesick [literally the first thing that came to my head cuz I did live like 6 months in the last year of high-school at a relatives house and this was also one of the factors].

Her immediate response was to laugh and then say it was not true. Then she asked if so, why I wasn't homesick when I went to uni or what happened in the year I was home when I lived with them.

I refused to tell her and she just believes that I just wasted time because I spent all my time watching movies.

I dont want to open this can of worms and tell her how pressured I was to get a good score thst I completely stopped studying and has been passively suicidal since then. Not one day since my high-school have I woken up thinking today will be a good day or I am happy to live today.

I have my happy moments and I don't show it a lot obviously but not a day passes by where I wish my life will have a stop hahah

But ik that if I tell her this she will just laugh at me call me weak willed or that I am acting.

I dont want to tell them the real reason cuz i don't want to put them through that but honestly she will never even understand it. Anytime I try to tell anything she just shut me down and act like I am just over reacting and it doesn't exist. Then she has the audacity to ask why I never told her these things.

Like yes, u put so much pressure on your child they wished they did not live a single day extra and you want them to come tell you this so you can laugh in their face and shut down their feelings?

Bohoo cry me a river

This may be a little embarrassing but im on my period and ticked the fck off. I am a transmasc male and a teen. I recently got some boxers as part of my gender affirming care. So i got like 6 pairs in the pack. There's pink, black, blue, dark purple and tan. And the black ones are the only ones that don't show when i accidentally bleed through my pad. But my annoying little sister has been wearing my fucking underwear???? Like what the fuck?? Its gross. Yea maybe she's like me and masc or smt but still, that doesn't give her the right to put on my fucking boxers?? And then when i confronted her, she hid under a blanket. I gave up and started ranting to our oldest sibling about it and she started repeating 'get out' over and over again, like who the fck does she think she is?? Its not even her room! And then, when I don't leave, she grabs some type of like coloring book and raises it like she's going to throw it and i flinch (duh) and i just absolutely lost it. I screamed at her. Shes fucking mental. She's batshit crazy, she would've thrown it too if my oldest sibling wasn't it the room. She constantly hits me, hits my oldest sibling. I'm pissed off.

My parents are good people but it’s just that I can’t feel that spark of familiarity with them even though they are my biological parents. And I just don’t know what to do

I'm a 20-year-old woman and im living with my parents while at collage since I can't afford a place to live also i live not that far from it. I love my stepfather a lot, he's been there in my life more that my biological father, which I am forever grateful. But sometimes his anger when i do some wrong, thinking i said something and i said something else or forget things, is too much. When I was younger, living with him, I was crying all the time because of how he screamed at me. Like i think i developed so many insecurity and anxiety of it. Now that I am older and talked to him about it, he always says “That is how i always talk, you should be used to it by now" And i am used to it im so numbed by it i just cry and block out whatever he says really even though i get that hes genuine criticizing me. I think he's frustrated of staying at home and not working and our economic troubles, that's why I try to help with paying stuff.

Sorry for the writing im just exhausted also I've made a routine of doing chores at the house so he doesn't call me out on it again. Then he comes and says, "why you always act like a robot”

Also, English is not my first language so there's might be some inconsistencies there's more i want to say but i have to do some assignments bye <3

I don't know how my future will look like, but it was hard in the past, it's hard in the present and I am afraid it will continue being harder in the future and I'm not sure just how much strength I have anymore.

I am 21 years old, I became 21 years old in December 2024. I live in a poor, opportunity-lacking country in Europe but I wasn't born here. I was born in a better country, with better economy and so many more opportunities. I was a dancer as a child, I loved animals and dancing and my dream was either to be a veterinarian or a dancer. My parents were immigrants in the country I was born in and after I did 5th grade there, was in a good dance group and had many friends - they decided they wanted to go back to their home country.

It was hell. They never bothered to teach me the language, I had to learn it WHILE going to school (keep in mind, it's 5th grade so of course every kid knows how to speak and write, I didn't). I was subjected to much bullying and humiliation from both teachers and students alike for not speaking as fluently, not writing as fluently and not knowing the customs like they did. My parents never helped me, not emotionally and financially the bare minimum. Somehow I managed to pass school without failing any years even without the help. I went to highschool, everything was the same. My mental health deteriorated year after year and I felt more overwhelmed, more exhausted, more alone and more depressed.

Whenever I acted on my depression, my parents scolded me, didn't do anything about it and blamed it all on me. I never had anyone to talk about my struggles with, no one to acknowledge how hard I tried to pick up my life and keep up with every other child even though it was ten times harder. I never asked for much of them, they barely gave me anything but the bare minimum. I didn't and still don't have many clothes, my room consists of an old bed gifted by my grandfather, a desk gifted by my neighbor, and a closet gifted from my other grandfather. I never asked them for my allowance. Never even cried about how little I have. Let's not even talk about healthcare, they were forced to take me to the dentist as a child, but after they moved to this worse country that doesn't impose it they stopped and one of my tooth fell, I still don't have an implant.

And God forbid I ask them for something other than the necessities. I never got any presents from them for my birthday, and when I became 18th years old, I asked them for a laptop (a cheap one, anything would do) so I could use it for college. They yelled at me and told me they don't have money to spend on whatever I want (they've bought each other several phones along the years,among other things). Finally, somehow, I got my bachelor degree. So I decided to apply for college, like any other kid after finishing highschool. I applied for two, and got in both of them without tax.

But it was far (the closest college to where I live has very few options, none of which I want to do) and my parents did not want to pay for any expense. They didn't want to pay for even a bathroom for me to have there, or internet. So I had no choice but to give it up and instead join a post-highschool education (assistant pharmacist, it's free so they're not paying for it). I hate it. It's not the life I dreamed of. It's not what the little me told the teacher they wanted to do when they grow up. My classmates are mostly old ladies who just want to do another job aside from the ones they have and I pass by teenagers everyday, seeing them happy and excited to go and see the world the same way I was and knowing their parents will most likely support them unlike mine did with me, and I'm stuck with them while everyone my age is out there doing something with their lives. I know I am missing my young years and wasting them away but I don't know what to do.I gained courage and asked my mom if I could apply for college again, just to see if I get in. She said she'd rather me finish the one I'm doing now, and then she said even if I get in that college again, she will never take me there, her reasoning being that it's too far and she doesn't want to send me food or anything. She then ended the phone and I'm in the bus towards home now trying not to cry, surrounded by annoying highschool teenagers.

I only have one life, and I can't even do something with it.

Im sometimes tired of school that my parents always compare my excellence to other people im rlly tired of this

I’m still annoyed with my aunt and uncle from last summer. We went out on a patio to catch up and my uncle rudely took my dog without asking my permission and proceeded to walk my dog in a busy parking lot. Who does that?! I was panicked and fearful for my dog’s life and yet I didn’t do anything. So, yes, I’m mad at myself for not having done anything at the moment. Then, later, I found out that my aunt had asked my mom if I had any friends. This blew my mind and I felt like a huge boundary had been crossed with my uncle taking my dog away from me, having my personality been labelled by my uncle, and then judged again by my aunt. It was too much! I spoke up to both of them with how I didn’t like any of it but never got a true, sincere apology. Now, I just plan to avoid them from now on.

So I am a 12th grade student. I am 17 and my bf is 19. He was my senior. And everyone in my school are jealous of my relationship. Our receptionist told my mom that I am going out with him. My mom didn't believe her much but one day she doubted that I may have something, so they unlocked my phone with my fingerprint when I was sleeping and checked everything. The chats, the photos. It became a big issue pretty soon and both our families talked and asked us to end it. Their main problem was not our age but that we belonged to different castes. Soon he got sent to a hostel and I stayed back in our city as I am still in my highschool. Everytime I go out, my parents doubt that I may meet someone, not him, but maybe someone else. As if I am a slut who maintains a new guy every month. And the girl who got rejected by my bf along with her chapri gang started spreading rumours that me and him slept together. That bitch even told my teachers the same. And damaged my reputation. I got sick and she wished I would die. And now she comes showing false concern. And from the moment this issue happened, I lost interest in my studies and basically everything. From straight A's student to someone who barely gets pass marks. Boards are 10 days away and all I want to do is cry and sleep, or die. The torture is just too much

I, 14F, live in a household with my dad, 52M, and my little brother, 11M, who suffers from developmental disabilities (one of the types of autism). My sister, 19F, has moved away for university. Both my sister and I agree that getting away from our family by graduating is the best and most pacifistic solution. Growing up, my mom (I don't remember how old she was and is) was both physically and mentally abusive. She left a lot of issues for me to handle. Technically, she is the reason why I hate myself, body and soul, in this day and age. I found myself at 9 years old, begging my dad to divorce my mom, thinking that everything would be over. Guess what? My dad had to see his father dying from COVID-19, and TWO WHOLE MONTHS LATER, after lots of incidents, he filed a restraining order and a divorce. Of course, he had to see his children crying and begging him on their feet to do it. Yeah, of course, I had to see my newly bought clothes by my godmother with scissors because my mom and godmother/aunt were beefing at that time. Of course, my mom had to pull me by the shirt and drag me upstairs because she found me eating at my aunt's when she refused to cook for a whole week. I was just thankful that my mom would go away. Long story short, the court drives weren't amazing. The judges would side with my mom and use false information against us. I was just a kid, and the judge was treating me like a middle-aged criminal. Anyway, people started seeing the truth, and my dad won custody of all three kids. We live in a small village therefore everything is easily shared. Today, my dad is kind of... overprotective. Which eventually becomes unnecessarily annoying and very disturbing. I never actually had a boyfriend until I met Kanye on Instagram. He is three years older than me. I've been rejected twice (to be honest, kind of harshly since the last guy threw my card to someone I hated because they made dirty jokes about me and then said that I'd probably have a chance with the dirty guy instead), and I didn't give much thought because I liked him. We were in a relationship for two and a half months. Until my dad found out and went berserk. He deleted my Instagram accounts and blocked all my apps on my phone through parental control. I eventually broke up with Kanye because my dad threatened to fly to Kanye's home country and file a restraining order against him. I had to break up with the one guy I could talk freely about my situation without being judged and the only guy that loved me for me and not for my talents to brag about. I'm seriously debating life at this point. Kanye kept me alive. Now Kanye has to go. What's left? Nothing. What does my dad do to help? Make everything worse. "I don't have a favorite kid," he says as he suggests that my brother will use MY PHONE to watch YouTube because my brother's phone was out of battery. Yeah, okay, my brother has autism, I respect that. But god damn it. If you're going to use it like that, you're just not cool. I have trouble waking up because even my nightmares are better than this. I can't even pick up my ass to do basic things like shower or eat. But in my dad's mind, I'm just lazy. I don't want to keep living at this point. As my mom once said, "It should have been you instead of my miscarriage the year before your birth". Man, I know, it really should have.

I thought that my brother was favored over me. My parents, my grandparents, and even my relatives. Now, it seems like I'm right. I felt horrible after all the years I spent trying and trying to get them to look at me. But who thought that he would bring me more trouble? It all started when my brother started to fight and yell at my parents when he hit puberty. I guess I'm more sensitive to sounds or conflicts since I was crying every night they fought. I just hated all the noise and the words that they spat out at each other. I didn't say a single word to my parents because I feared I would make them angrier. I said everything I felt to my friends, which later caused them to distance themselves. I was too naive to know that they were just young kid like me, not a therapist. After about 2 years of all the noise, I finally told my father I couldn't bear it anymore. My father was concerned after hearing about what I said, and I started to go to a nearby hospital for therapy and pills. But that didn't help. It only made me feel dull and empty, making my hands shakier. The pills didn't help at all. I started to cut myself, but I always ended up panicking and calling my dad for help. I was about 13 years old when I started that. Venting to my friends caused some trouble, and I ended up pushing everybody away from me. I was alone. After they left, I realized that I needed them more than anything. I started to leave school early or skip school for weeks. I even went into the psych ward, but only for about a month and a few weeks. However, that didn't stop my parents and my brother from yelling at each other. I was barely surviving. I spend the next 3 years in the same situation. Now, I'm a high school student in my country, with nothing much being different. A few days ago, my brother got into one of the top-rated universities here. This holiday was a living hell for me. He was smiling and bragging like an idiot. I hate him. How could he be so egoistic when he had torn my life into pieces? I had to go through all of that. I had to lose the people I loved the most, hurt myself, and think that everything happened because of me, like he said. I was a fool to notice that my brother was the problem. I can't even hate him because there's a stupid part of me that's saying that I shouldn't. Only because he's my brother. Because he's family. Even when he doesn't treat me like I'm his younger sister or like a person that's equal to him. I wish I was never here. I wish I wasn't his sister or my parent's daughter. I wish I could be somebody else.

Today, after days and years of unknowingly dealing with the worst yet the most trusted people in my life, I've decided once again to just let go of my attachments towards them. I don't know, I wouldn't want to call them my parents anymore but I guess this is almost a small letter to them. I will not say sorry, because everything happened, not because of me but because of them carelessly making me. I may have grown into a "bad" person but I belive I've had enough. Because of this, I don't know how I'll ever get to go to college. Eitherway, I will try to learn making a business, maybe through digital products. If all else fails, I'll just either become a nun or convert to Buddhism and become a monk. I may not be heavily religious but I do believe in spirituality..does that make sense? To me, a God does exist, but it all jsut depends on us on how we view them, whether they be many or just 1. Sorry for yapping but these are my thoughts right now in living. Seriously. My dream for getting a "great" and "amazing" education is over. It was never my first dream so I guess it's been short lived. Instead, I can finally have chances to actually try other risky jobs..like journalism..the arts.. Film..all expensive if I had to take courses in uni for them but if all I can definitely jsut into any of these fields and still survive. Wow.. Life can take you anywhere, and I'm afraid I might even become dirt poor if I'm not too careful.

I lost my dog this past October, not due to old age or any medical issues, but because he bit one of my sisters friends.

I know he didn't want to. Jake, my dog, was a pitbull mix rescue. We don't know much about his past, just that his past owners took him to the vet for a broken arm and never picked him up. We think whatever caused his injury might have caused him to be extra cautious around other people and dogs. (His injury never fully healed). He was only 6.

How this happened:

So me and my sisters had just gotten home and I had went to go use the bathroom, my sisters friend comes home with us after school. So, as I am using the bathroom, I hear my sisters friend scream. I felt my heart drop. I finished up in the bathroom and went to my room, trying to distract myself from what might have happened. I finally get up the courage to walk into the living room and I see my sisters friend sitting on our couch. Jake ended up only badly nipping her, no puncture wounds, she wasn't even bleeding, atleast not enough to be noticable.

This was Jake's second time he bit a person. He had bitten an older gentleman who shoved Jake when talking to my mom when she was out on a walk with Jake, not knowing it would trigger him. So, my parents decided we had to put him down. Training was to expensive and probably wouldn't work and giving him up to another family wouldn't work either, as he wouldn't trust anybody else.

We spent his last day giving him human food and cuddling. We went on one last walk, I couldn't even enjoy it, I felt this overbearing sense of doom. We even went to a dog park. We never brought Jake to dog parks because he was very defensive and would bark and lounge at other dogs. But the dog park for larger dogs ended up being empty so he was able to go. The fence on one side was shared by the dog park for smaller dogs. He didn't bark once, he even played with some of the dogs through the fence. I will always regret not bringing him sooner.

When we went to the vet I chose to be there when he got the shot. My dad and one of my sisters also chose to stay with Jake. This is the sister whose friend got bit. My other sister and mom opted to sit in the waiting room. Overall it was a very peaceful and sad experience. One detail that threw me off for a while was that right before he past Jake let out this loud raspy whimper. My heart broke then. I couldn't stop crying. I normally don't like showing negative emotions around my family, so crying in front of my sister and dad made my very uncomfortable, but I couldn't stop.

Before he passed we made little cement circles with his paw print. I got to keep his chicken squeaky toy, he would cuddle with it more than he would play with it. I also got to keep a blanket I got for him for Christmas. It still smells like him.

Memories:

Jake would rotate sleeping in my and my sisters beds. Jake was always very fond of pillows. So when he would sleep in my bed he would lay across all of the pillows.

If Jake wanted to be let into a room he would judge the door with his nose and growl through the door.

Whenever Jake would want to leave my bedroom to sleep in my parents he would wake me up by growling and barking, sometimes he would resort to slapping if I was ignoring him.

If he wanted pets/cuddles he would shove his head in between your legs and would nudge your hands until you pet him.

He loved to run around our backyard. He would run and then stop, crouching down, and then you would jump out at him and he would run around with the biggest smile on his face until he stopped again, waiting for you to run after him.

He hated swimming. He hated fetch. He hated carrots. He hated sleeping on the ground.

He loved watermelon. He loved cuddles. He loved my mom, she was his favorite. He loved pillows. He loved chicken. He loved long walks. He loved the 2 shitzus that lived in our neighborhood, they hated him and would nip at his feet. He loved pup cups. He loved beaches. He loved the people at the kennel he would stay at. He loved chasing rabbits. He loved so much.

Thanks for reading💕