Family Drama Stories

Sunday, 15th March 2026

I got into a little argument with lil bro(10), I hit him on his head. Then he jumped on me with all his weight and tried to choke me and punched my face. I scratched his face because that's all I could. Then elder brother(26) pulled me away, I threw a bottle at him but it hit mother instead. Then she hit me with that bottle twice. No one stopped him. No one shouted at him. No one took my side. Everyone says it's my fault. Everyone was against me. Mother was saying it's your fault that he hit you. Everyone said they should make me wash dishes so I can't keep my nails long. Middle brother(22) said call her here and make her wash dishes now. Elder brother said make her wash dishes.

And when my older brothers hit me because I tried to say what is fair and treat them with equal disrespect? Everytime it's my fault because I'm a girl, I just want to run away from here as soon as I can. I can't take it anymore. My mother is saying it's all my fault and it happened because I went out with friends the day before. She said she won't let me go out ever again. she called my friends whores.

I am 17 and I really do not get why my mom is always yelling at me, like seriously what is even happening here. I try so hard to be a good daughter, not in some fake way either, I mean for real. I clean the kitchen without being asked most days, I wash dishes, I fold clothes even when they are not mine, I help with groceries, I keep my room pretty clean, I do my homework on time, I study a lot, and my grades are very good, like I am not out here failing classes or sneaking around or doing wild stuff. I am polite too, maybe too polite, because even when she is already mad I still say okay mom and sorry mom and I keep my voice low because I do not want more drama. But still she yells. She yells if I am doing something, and she yells if I am not doing something, and sometimes I swear she yells before I even understand what she wants. Yesterday I was literally wiping the table after dinner and she came in and said I never help in this house, and I just stood there with the rag in my hand feeling so dumb and small. Like what was I supposed to say, do you see me or not. One time I got a 95 on a test and I was actually happy, like wow maybe she will be proud for once, and all she said was why not 100, and then later she got mad because I was studying in my room and not downstairs where she could “see me doing something.” How am I meant to win that. I am asking for real, what do people even do when no answer is the right answer. Do you ever feel like someone already decided you are a problem and now everything you do looks wrong to them. Because that is how it feels in my house almost every day. I wake up tense already, listening to her footsteps, trying to guess what mood it is gonna be. If I say good morning and she sounds annoyed, my whole chest just drops. If I stay quiet, then I am “cold” or “have an attitude.” If I ask if she needs help, she says I should already know. If I start helping on my own, she says I am doing it the wrong way. I am not saying I am perfect because duh I am 17 and I forget stuff sometimes, I leave a glass in my room sometimes, I get tired, I get moody, normal stuff, but the way she reacts is like I ruined everything and I do not think that is fair. It makes me doubt myself a lot, like maybe I am secretly awful and just cannot see it, but then I look at what I actually do all day and I am like no, this is too much, this cannot all be my fault.

What really gets me is that I keep trying harder and it changes nothing, which is such a miserable feeling. A few weeks ago I made sure the living room was all neat, I finished a school project early, I even made tea for her because she looked stressed, and later that night she started yelling because I forgot to move one bag from the hallway. One bag. Like that was enough to erase everything else. I said sorry right away and moved it, but she kept going on and on about how I make life harder for her, and I just wanted to cry because I honestly do not know how much more careful a person can be before they stop being a person and just turn into some nervous robot. Sometimes I think maybe she is stressed and taking it out on me, and I try to be understanding because life is hard and money is tight and adults have problems they do not talk about, so I do try to be reasonable. I am not sitting here acting like moms are not human. But at the same time, why am I the one getting hit with all the shouting when I am the one helping. Why am I the easy target just because I am there and quiet and trying. Last month I had this long school day and I came home tired but still started dinner stuff because she was late, and when she got home she yelled that the onions were cut too thick. I am not joking. Too thick. I just said okay, I can cut them smaller next time, and then she got even more mad like my calm voice annoyed her too. That happens a lot actually. It is like if I defend myself, I am disrespectful, but if I stay calm, I am “acting smart.” So tell me, what is left. Am I supposed to disappear. I love my mom, which makes this worse because I do not want to hate being around her, but lately I hear her call my name and my stomach drops right away. I keep wondering if one day she will notice I am trying, or if she already knows and just does not care because yelling is easier. Maybe she thinks it makes me better somehow, but it does not, it just makes me tired and weirdly empty. I still do my chores, still get my grades, still try to be nice, because that is just who I am and I do not want to become rude or lazy from being treated unfair. But honestly I am starting to feel dumb for hoping every day will be different. Maybe tomorrow she will be normal, maybe tomorrow she will not snap because I closed a cabinet too loud or folded towels “wrong” or sat down for five minutes after school. Maybe. But then tomorrow comes and it is the same thing again, and I sit there thinking, why is my mom yelling at me, and I never get a real answer.

Hi. I know this is all my fault I'm completely aware. but I just wanna vent because it feels suffocating.

I was stupid enough to not brush my hair for 3 months. Just keeping it in a hood all winter because I was so tired I couldn't take care of myself

Now it's so matted I'm scared to see how bad it is.

I'm scared of how my dad will react if he knew, he told me if my hair was tangled again he wouldn't take me to the salon because I'm old now and he's right. Back when I got my hair tangled a lot and went to the salon to cut it, it was fine because I was just a child. But now I'm 17 years old. It'll just be embarrassing

I don't know what to do.

My dad took me out shopping a while ago he bought me a pretty dress and I'm happy and grateful but I didn't know how to express it so he had a argument with me

I didn't want to show him what the dress looked like on me, because it meant taking off my hood and showing him my tangled hair. He got angry and closed the door really loudly

I get his anger, I'm just venting. Not blaming anyone.

I'm the idiot here for never learning my lesson and letting my sadness take over my life

Nobody and I mean absolutely nobody will ever love my parents more then the way I love them as their first born

I love them so much that I would ruin myself to the point I’ll simply evaporate if you just look at me

I’m their first born but they’ll never love me the way I love them

I’m the first born to two humans that should have never become parents

I love them so much I hate them

The moment I came to terms with that I could finally breathe

They’ll never support me

They’ll never be proud of me

They’ll never care about me

They’ll never want me

They’ll never love me

They’ll never love me the way I love them

I look like my daddy and I act like my mommy

I’ll never be happy until the day I take my last breath

I can’t put it in exact words

He’s my daddy I have two of his jackets but I’ll never have HIS jacket

She’s my mommy I have her sarcasm, her laugh, her pretty smile

He’s my daddy I wear his cologne, I have his eyes, his face, his hair

She’s my mommy she’s the first thing I think about when I wake up

He’s my daddy he’ll always be the first and last person I will ever look up to again

She’s my mommy she’ll always be my first thought

He’s my daddy he will always be my first word

I’m my parents first born

I love them so much I hate them

Nobody will ever love them the way I love them as their first born

I wish they’ll love me one day the same way I love them so I can live too

That’s the best way I can put it into words at least for now

they told me "if you fail this class you cant hang out with your friends over spring break."

now they told me that "since you gave your friend a ride home, you cant have anyone in your car for 6 weeks."

this punishment don't fit the fucking crime

this guy had no ride home and his parents couldn't get him until 8PM

it was a fucking miscommunication and theyre telling me to be fucking greatful that they didn't take my car away.

yeah fucking right

thanks a fucking lot

I just started sh again thanks to this

I was clean for a year

good fucking job

I hate myself for everything. i dont have money for college. I currently hate my life. I hate everyone and everything around me. I want to disappear into nothingness. I need someone by me, but I'm always fighting my battles alone. i NEED someone to talk to

I'm struggling a lot right now and my grades are horrible but my parents refuse to show any compassion or get me help. they're fully aware that I'm not doing well and that I harm myself but they just don't care. they took all my electronocs and money to make sure I can't do anything until I fix my grades, and we all know it can't happen if I don't get better. they have been this horrible all my life but now it's worse than it's ever been. apart from the fact that they're incredibly strict they also love invalidating me in every possible way. I can't do this muc

I've been strugglately and school is making it even worse

i am just so tired. i am a second semester senior and i dont feel the joy everyone else feels right now and it feels like my life is in shambles and i have noting together. my family is dysfunctional, im slowly losing a grip on my grades, all my friends hate eachother (please see my college apps are ruining my friends story because suprise suprise its gotten worse), i have litearlly nothing going for me and i am writing this while sobbing uncontrollably. i am so tired, my mother has cancer so i take care of everything, litearllty everything you can imagine in a household. bills? did it. sister's swim practice? already omw. cooking? already meal prepped for the whole week. except im under appreciated and burnt out i am depressed and anxious all the time but i cant talk to my mom about it because shes already so sick i cant do that to her, my poor baby sister is going through middle school drama and im her only parental figure, and my dad hates me like he goes out of his way to ignore me and i have to look like i can hold everything together and be put together and go to school and run my four clubs that im president of and deal with my crappy friends who keep shoving their college acceptences in my face and ask me about mine and mock me and still do research and work three jobs and act like everything is ok. im so tired of life im so tired of living like this i sleep at 2am and wake up at 4:30 in the morning and i drink so much caffine everyday just to stay awake and i still have to do good in my four ap classes because everyone said i took five last year why cant i handle it. i hate everything about my life and baout me right now. i have nothing going for me no prom date no boyfriend no one to love me or to love no college to look forward to i hate my body i hate my face i hate everything about me i hate how some underclassman look up to me and i hate being called slurs and a bop and a whore around school just because i like to dress and look a certain way i hate the steryotypes i get i hate everything i wish something genuinally terrible would happen to me i dont even have time to go see my thearpist and no one understands and i cant talk to anyone. there is no light at the end of the tunnel. im so tired.

Hey so i wanna tell yall about my father. He is a good person , maybe i dont know. i will just describe him. my father is a househusband. My mom is a teacher she has to stay out in another city for the job. she comes home in the weekand. and my mom is a great lady. and my father? everyone say he is good. he cooks for my sibling and i , he does the housework too and he take care of us. But he calls me a whore,slut and what not..i feel bad and i am a fresh eighteen year old school drop out. my mom used to tell me her stories. my father abused her . He still does he doesnt respect her he sometimes calls her whore too. OK just last month i was talkking with my mother i was telling her how i will go away from home to study and ofcourse for my mental peace. I think my father heard. and he keeps on telling mr now that i will go to sell my body outside and be a whore he tells me i was born to be a whore and shit. believe me guys this happens like any other day but i cant stop my tears whenever i hear those words from my own father's mouth. and did i tell you he beats me too? Oh u should see how my shoulders and hands are full of deep ugly scars that would remain till my last day i guess. and i am typing in my pc and my left hand's ring finger hurts . It is all red and blue and the skin is tight. I got beaten today too. I am the eldest daughter btw. Hehhe thankyou for reading!

I've low-key been doing okay but not as okay as I think I should be. I don't know how to come to terms with my morality, it's like I'm either terrified of dying or look forward to it. Looking forward to it means less anxiety but at the same time...it makes life feel like a video game or not all that real. I feel like my peers live life and view it through a human lense, as corny as that sounds, idk how to describe what I've been feeling. Like, whenever I see people's deaths, I don't see it as this sad thing that it used to be in my mind, instead, I see it as them finally resting because I see life as exhausting, work? I don't wanna do that, dreams within social groups? Bleh, thinking about try future? Also ew, just shoot me instead.

There are many ways people live it, life, right now? I've been here, watching people play visual novels video games, I could do that for the rest of my life, I could let it take up a lot of my time and life in general. I enjoy it but there's apart of me that knows I should move forward in my young adult life. I wish I didn't think this deeply and had a normal mind where death, and morality aren't such a huge concept in my mind. I could die any momment but as of rn, I would be okay with that. Am I actually just passively suicidal? I mean I know what that feels like but idk, this feels more like... comforting, I don't wanna keep having this anxiety over something I can't even fucking control so I chose not to and it works, but this also leaves me feeling like what I said early, viewing life as not real. Maybe I just need people I can talk to more.

I'm feeling lost because of the big adult things I'm supposed to be doing. It's complicated, my parents and me. I'm graduating high school this year, people expect me to be excited but I'm homeschooled and like everyone cheated, including me, even when I dont, it's still whatever. So..my dad spent like 700 on my graduation gear, he's low-key rich and also a women beater, he's done many horrible things and would treat you like you shit if you aren't as shitty as he is so I don't feel bad.

My parents are both homophobic and transphobic but my dad is way way worse, he's already called me a sissy and threatened me and thinks I'm a lesbian or bisexual. I mean I am a transguy and gay. My mom's has literal queer friends and thinks like queer family members are misguided and need help, she thinks trauma causes it, ngl she's very sweet about it and not condensing. It's weird tho becuz my parents are supportive in a career and school way, financially(aka Dad's money), they are willing to pay for the school I go to, buy me a car, help me choose this or that, whatever I wanna do or go, I can do that and they'll help me. They're still traditional tho so no "men jobs". My parents have many rulesz, it's like having privileges but it ends at wearing a skull band shirt because it's demonic.

I have no idea on what to do, let's say I just go along with my parents, I take up their offer and go to technical school for whatever, i wouldn't really be able to be myself...like wtf would even be the point of living? My dad would probably take away any funding if he found out. Should I really risk that being a possibility? My plan was just to finish high school, get driver's license soon, get a job. I haven't thought far because I feel this path requires more work as I would probably be on my own, I could not be tho..idk, depends on how my parents react. I wonder if I should come out after getting my job...they would be really negative about it. I don't get how people's parents allow them to just work and not being down their neck asking "okay but what's next? Are you going to school? Are you gonna keep doing this and for how long? You need a plan" The reason I have the job is to have somewhere else to go, so I can come out and not have to deal with any negativity I get from parents, ideal.

Maybe I shouldn't even be trying to do all this on my own, maybe I need help or a support group. It's not like I live in some big city where I have many options for help or anything else I need. I live in the bum fuck no where south, small town but there's a decent amount of diversity here.

Thanks to anyone who reads this, I appreciate you <3 Remember that you are valuable 🖤🩷

6 months ago I finally told my therapist my dads been inappropriately touching me, CPS was called police etc. and ofc no one believed me. My mom says I misunderstood it. I’m overreacting. But she said if I was uncomfortable I could move out, so I did. I was “homeless” or couch surfing for a month and a half, now I have an apartment with a roommate. For three months I refused to see my dad, and then my sister guilt tripped me into seeing him saying I was tearing apart our family and I was being dramatic. But I am mentally falling apart seeing him, and I’m building up a grudge against other people that I love and I’m sick of feeling this way and idk what to do. Do I cut him out completely? Do I go to family gatherings and just ignore him? Our family has always been close, I don’t want to lose the ppl I love idk what to do…

My parents keep discouraging me and telling me I have no future if I keep drawing, along with giving me threats that they would just let me die and disown me. Then they proceed to ask why I never tell them fucking anything like isn't it obvious? I wanna just kill myself at this point. What's even the point in life when im gonna die in the end anyways.

im 14 years old, and a queer with mental health issues and my mom doesn't understand that. im so done with her she keeps telling/calling me these annoying things, like she keeps telling me im boring, have no sense of humor, dramatic, no fun , etc and when I snap and say im not like that or that I have a different personality depending on who im with, suddenly im being a bitch. It’s so annoying cuz she calls me all these things and expects me to be ok with it and it’s so goddamn rude. At this point idk what I actually am like cuz she’s constantly telling me what im a terrible and boring wimp. She acts like she knows everything about me, then when I say she doesn’t know me at all (cuz she hardly does) she gets mad I just wanna tell her im gay but she always makes fun of the first time I came out and it just ugh. It’s so annoying and today I was talking about pjo and she laughed cut me off and was like “omg it’s always Percy jackson with you! Its like your only personality trait” like ik I talk about Percy jackson hoe its my fav/main fandom no shit I talk about it a lot. Then she gets upset when I set boundaries like im sorry I dont enjoy being told im a weird dumb nerd who cant do anything right, ik I am a nerd and I am weird but I dont wanna hear about that 24 fucking 7. I also hate it when she interrupts me and constantly tell her I hate it when she does that, but she never listens or learns, I get it she had a bad childhood and was treated badly by her mom but just cuz I vaguely act like her doesn't mean you can lass out at me you TEENAGE KID. I get it I make mistakes a lot and have a hard time with stuff and shit but goddamn I dont need a life fuckimg lecture about your fucking childhood and how im so lucky cuz I dont get beat, like ho im your kid and saying "your lucky cuz I dont hit you" is fucking crazy

I have quite the temper and I get mad at the slightest provocation okay, and everyone in my family knows that.

They love to get on my nerves and when I get mad they would say stuff like why would you fall for it, and why are you like this. Basically questioning my reaction.

I've failed to take my motorcycle license 3 times if I'm not wrong. The first time I failed I've only driven a motorcycle three times. She rushed me to take the test because my cousin was ready to take it. We took it together. My cousin already knew how to ride long before me and I learned on the first day. When I failed and he passed my mom wouldn't talk to me. same as the other 2 failure.

I didn't want to continue because it's a waste of money if I keep failing. Now she wants me to take a car license and I don't want to. Everyone kept on making fun of me and said stuff that offended me. I got mad and didn't want to talk back because I didn't want to scream and shout like I did before. (I'm on a journey to change) Now I would isolate myself from others when I'm mad to cool myself down. But they don't like that either sheesh.

After that I was brushing my teeth in the kitchen and my sister asked me to move because she needed something from the rack above the sink. I did then she went away so I continued to brush my teeth and suddenly she shoved my face with her arm. I asked what her problem was and she just said I told you to move.

okay at that point I was already overstimulated with all the things going on and she just had to make it worse. and I'm on the verge of just lashing out at everybody. Please I need advice on anything that I can do to keep a calm composure