Family Drama Stories - page 3

I’m constantly judged in my family and I feel like I’m not allowed to share my opinions. I’ve always hated zoos and beaches and parties and I’m uncomfortable with them. I’m constantly there thought because my family wants to go and I’m not allowed to oppose them. My brother though makes everything worse. He’s very manipulative and toxic. He wanted to go to an open zoo today and said it in a way to make it seem like mom’s idea which pressured my dad. I told them I didn’t want to go to a zoo so my brother made it sound like I want to stay home on my phone all day which made my mom furious. I honestly wanted to go out too but just not to a zoo. My mom argued with me and brought up my depression as a joke while my brother kept making sarcastic comments about me to make her even more furious with me. I came to the conclusion that sharing my opinion in this house is just not an option but even if I stay quiet my brother tells my parents that I’m “acting depressed again”. I just want all of this to end.

Im considering ending it tonight because Im tired of being treated like Im some stupid step child by my own grandmother its either that or I call my dad and see if I cant move me and my pets over to his farm

Hi, hope that you're ok and holding it together to the best of your ability.

This is just a quick vent. Understandably, these are feelings that would just be temporary, I get that. However, there is clearly some challenge here that requires solutions.

I am trying to move out but that is proving quite an issue on several accounts: 1) I am in the country with the highest unemployment figures in the world. We have students with Masters Engineering qualifications unable to find work, 2) Moving out is not a priority in my house, in my opinion, 3) I am expected to work around everyone else's schedule, which cuts into my hours for job hunting, international scholarship applications, 4) You're seen basically like a traitor if you won't comply in that regard, but everyone else is allowed to be lazy and have their own hours for doing what they want.

There are other reasons but I feel these are the main ones worth highlighting.

I just feel trapped and unheard. I am confronting this issue with them today. However, there is still that fear that I would be ostracised. I feel a tad miserable because of this.

I felt so uncomfortable when my mum wanted to know about my dad, like I'm some sort of a private detective for her. She could ask it herself to him. Like if my grandparents (dad side) wanted to buy a car she asked me instead of him. She shushed me when i was too loud it was weird. I've also felt a bit disgusted lately, I can't let go how she whispers to my ear about my dad. Idk it just makes me feel uncomfortable remembering that and reminding myself of that.

[Translated from Spanish. Reminder: IIWIARS is English only]

Here I Go Again haha. I told you how I fell in love with a man much older than me who showed me high expectations. He was attentive, loving, kind, everything a woman wants.

As time went on, he got what he wanted, which was to win me over, and he began to show disinterest in me.

During the process, I saw many red flags, and in that outburst, I recounted how bad it felt when he didn't talk to me. I couldn't leave him because every time I tried, it was a sadness that killed me inside, and I wasn't able to stay in bed for days, feeling very bad.

Obviously, I wasn't going to die, but it's something you don't know how to handle. Sadness, no matter how much you try to deceive yourself, exists in the chest, in the head. Even those who've been through it know that it's also felt in the heart.

I didn't know what to do to end it because the relationship continued, but I was having a hard time. I decided to talk about it, and he told me in simple, blunt words that he didn't have any feelings for me and that he just wanted to have a good time. I understood everything perfectly. What I'm thinking is that there will be a door of feelings, showing affection and love, knowing that they will leave the person later.

It doesn't matter, maybe I idealized too much. I was confused, but what all this leads me to are some questions:

Why does it hurt so much? Life goes on.

Why so much dependence on someone who doesn't show interest?

I saw my mother die with my own eyes, and this hurts me more?

I came to the conclusion that my father abandoned me when I was young. My mother, even though I was with her until the last moment, left me at a train station and left me for 14 years. My grandmother kicked me out when I asked for shelter because I was homeless!

I became a mother for the first time, and my father left me alone during the entire pregnancy and childbirth.

I wanted to start a family, but he went with another family.

My pain is the abandonment I've always suffered and I can't get over it because I met this person who gave me all the affection I never received, and I didn't want to lose her.

Obviously, throughout my horrible life, I had addiction problems, and because of this, I've gone back to using drugs almost every day. Simply put, I want to die because I fell back into a job I had, and now it's worse. If I don't have drugs, I go crazy, my body shakes, and I become violent.

The End

P.S.: Never abandon anyone. Be clear, show love, but clearly. And if you're a man, don't abandon your children. Damn you.

[Translated from Spanish. Reminder: IIWIARS is English only]

Some of you may think it's absurd, others maybe not. It's something that eats at me every time I'm using (drugs), but it's very important for my life. People, I need you to give me a site where I can hack my Gmail. Do you know why?

Because I keep the nicest memories of my life there: photos of my mother who died, photos of my baby daughters, important things I need to recover — and it won't let me access them because it asks for two things I don't have: an email that the person who hacked me set up, and a phone number that doesn't exist. I have no way to recover it.

And do you know what's my outlet?

That I can't remember my daughters when they were little — I don't have a single photo. I have more things with my mom and my grandmother who passed away and only the results are there. They're very important and when I'm in this situation I go crazy.

Any solution? Any help?

Anything that can point me in the right direction?

It's not illegal — it's just something I want to recover because I'm going to live my whole life wondering what those people were like back then….

Alright, so I’ll just state it here, my little brother can seem nice at times, but that’s not what I’m complaining about. I have had arguments with my brother, my brother throws himself to the ground, actually hurts himself so he’ll start crying, and my parents think I did it so I get in trouble. When I try to defend myself, they tell me to, and I quote, “Shut up, we don’t need to hear any more lies for tonight”. For the past year or two I’ve been becoming depressed (in my opinion, I don’t have a legit diagnosis or anything but I think I might), and have been becoming more and more suicidal. It even led me to attempt by jumping down a flight of stairs, but my grandma ran over (my parents stayed sitting) and had to help me up. She knew this was on purpose, while my parents said I was just looking for attention. Today, I was arguing with my mom about my success in acedemic activities and stuff and I notice that my brother has been playing Roblox (a video game for those who don’t know) for FOUR HOURS STRAIGHT. I tell my mom I would like to watch a show because my brother got to play Roblox for four hours and she said “He’s only 9, you need to be more mature,” and then kindly told him to get off. He said no, and kept playing. She stayed nice to him, but then I told her I deserved to watch my show and she absolutely BLEW UP at me!!! I then asked her why she loved him more and she said “I don’t.” I didn’t believe her, so I said “swear on your own life that you love us equally.” She just laughed nervously and changed the subject. Is this because she truly loves him more, or is this normal? Pls somebody help me it’s getting on my nerves at this point.

Is "worrying about others" really worrying about other when you only do It cause tik tok told you should? Cause honestly, you literally ignored me and told me to "men up" when i was at my lowest and was suffering and trying to ask for help FOR OVER 6 YEARS NOW. And now that i'm somewhat ok-ish and trying to figure things out and not fall back into the loop, you're all over me playing the bleeding Heart. But not because you were worrying about me, not because you love me, but because TIK TOK TOLD YOU, YOU SHOULD. It didn't even come from you. You needed the "external guidance" from a RANDOM TIK TOKER to realize messed up things were happening, got obssessed and now you're dumping It on me, playing the victim and making me the bad guy. Like you with everything, every single time. And then you wonder why i never talk to you or never ask you for help? Guess. Not that you would be able to. You're too much of a selfcentered hypocrite.

everyone here comments the same. ive read multiple post with the same comment styles beneath them

my sister (nickname Lily) grew up perfectly- perfect hair, perfect friends, perfect grades. I'm the youngest and my life is anything but perfect. My friends are dodgy, I'm awkward and literally no one at school likes me properly. She just got in to one of the most prestigious universities and i feel like if i don't do something like that i'll just be a dissapointment.

i don't know why its always me who is not enough for anyone , every time when i am only trying to protect other they just turn on me and call me selfish , arrogant , inhuman , emotionless and some of them i just forgot . tomorrow is my birthday and today here i am ranting all this simply because i don't have anyone to tell its not like i don't want someone special its just that my way of showing love is different being elder daughter they had always told me to look out for the family and that i have to be the strongest one and that i have to take care of everyone , but no one ever asked me that do i really want all this i mean i was just a kid when i was told to make sacrifices for my younger sibling and whenever my family is facing any financial issue they just ask me to understand and don't ask for anything but on the other hand let my younger sibling have everything just because he was a kid never thought about me i was also a kid , finally i got one person who claimed that he loved me and foolish me i believed him , giving everything and expecting only love and to be looked after and needed someone who can say just be yourself i was just a baby Infront of him , i completely forget myself but that elderly instinct never left me , don't show too much emotions and there is no such thing as depression always makes a loud noise inside me i was handling everything believing that soon it will be over but the one thing that got over was his love for me , he left me and told me that he will never come back i started college moving on in my second year he came back begging me to give him chance and dumb me i gave in , 5 years and when i was ready to tell my parents he left again with same excuse that i was not made for love , today my younger brother came home drunk i didn't have any excuse to save him and he made a seen calling me the traitor and telling me that he is cutting ties with me , i have always protected him taking his blames on me and today he told me this i was worried that he was out alone so i called his frnds and he called me and told me to mind my own business . this was my birthday gift from my family to me , the worse part is my mother told me that i don't have sense of talking and that i should not talk , i tried committing suicide but failed , tried telling my frnds but they just laugh it off . sorry if i had written alot forgive me as there was no one i can share all this and just for a moment i felt relief

I struggle to sleep at night without seeing images in my mind. Sometimes my thoughts just race, other times I get recurring flashbacks of things that happened to me during my childhood. I remember things starting when I was about 4? My mother was an abusive alcoholic. I was pretty much at her mercy due to my father being deployed overseas. She was neglectful; she didn't feed my sister and I, she taught me about sex at a young age, I saw her having sex with her cousin. All around, things were pretty awful.

At some point, I was taken by the police to a station. We were shipped off to foster care for 2-3 years. My father fought hard to win the case and he eventually did, but he's no saint either. He's been through a lot as well but the way he copes is unhealthy. When we first arrived home, my father was doped up on oxycodone pills due to being permanently disabled and discharged from the military. He tried his best but he attempted suicide by mixing drugs and alcohol and we were sent to my grandmother's. I don't remember much between the ages of 7-12 so things kind of get blurry.

At some point, my father became so bitter and violent. He often compared me to my mother and would lash out at me in fits of rage. He would hit my head a lot and I don't have many clear memories anymore. I remember one time when I didn't take out the trash. It was around 12:00AM when he noticed that the trash wasn't taken care of. He immediately got violent with me and started pinning me against a wall, screaming and spitting in my face.

I decided to flee, barefoot in the rain. I ran and hid at a nearby apartment until he stopped looking for me. I sprinted over a mile to my nearest friend's house. I remember completely breaking down in front of him and I felt terrible. His Mom comforted me and gave me the guest room to sleep in. The next day I dreaded going home. I also had a field trip to a college the next day, so I had to suck it up and act like nothing happened. I remember the field trip being a blast, though. My theatre class went and saw a play. :D

Anyway, I just need to talk about this stuff. I can never find a proper way to bring it up to my friends or my therapist. I stopped going to therapy because I felt like they never let me fully empty my brain. I've been depressed for a long time. Sometimes I just break down because everything is too much. I get so frustrated with myself for holding myself back. I'm in my 20's with no job and no drivers license. I feel so pathetic but it's so difficult to start tackling these things.

I feel like a fish out of water, honestly. It seems like everything I touch becomes unstable. I don't have a good sense of self or purpose. I have passions, but I get burned out so easily. Sometimes I just want to disappear so I won't be a burden on anyone else anymore. I don't know. I find it hard to rely on others for support. I just needed to talk about this stuff tbh because it's been stewing in my mind for too long.

I have this brother who is my twin. Everyone looks up to him, he has perfect looks, personality, work ethic and grades etc. But no one realises who he actually is. He's only a selfish prick who puts himself higher than anyone else. He's a raging misogynist and racist. A typical teenager boy.

I remember in the past, he used to beat me up at home during lockdown when our parents were at work. He used to punch me at full strength in to stomach and he used to kick my head every time I didn't listen to him/beat him at tests in school. Ultimately, this lead to me almost failing tests as my grades slipped in fear that he'd beat me up and that I was essentially conditioned to listen him at every word and defending him for his actions at my own expense because at that point, I would rather be punished by someone else.

Once I got into highschool (we went to different schools), I could finally achieve my own goals without interference until I realised that after a few years of almost failing classes, it took a toll on compulsory skills in school such as maths and English.

I always dreaded coming back home until some time had passed and I realised my brother seemingly changed. He was nicer, more composed, less envious. I took this for granted until he started blaming me for him losing all his matches online. He ended up beating me more, and I complained to our parents after I had finally built up some courage from school. But my parents never believed me, because 'how could a perfect boy like him beat his lesser achieving sister like that?'. They called me a liar and a shame to the family for not being able to defend myself & for being 'weak'.

After that a few years later, my brother wanted me to hang out with him, so I did, without any question. My brother changed, he didn't hit me as much and he actually talked to me. At the time, I genuinely thought it was so nice of him to invite me, but then I realised only now that he invited me to make himself look better and to embarrass me.

Nowadays, it's just less of the abuse and more me doing everything for him without question or request because I'm too scared to do anything to offend him. I think I might have ptsd from him but oh well.

I wish I was him, I'm so envious of him.

TW!! abuse, neglect, sh,

when I was a kid, my dad was very abusive towards my brother and myself. I can still remember that all so vividly. like I just saw it. I remember getting beaten for not wanting to eat, I remember the ride to the police station. I remember it all. I don't remember, however, turning up at my grandparents house. we got sent to live with them due to our mother and father being not suitable parents. and for as long as I remember I would always be forgotten. when they all took a two week trip they decided last minute I shouldn't go. when we were going to a carnival, they decided that since they didn't want to have to deal with me I shouldnt come. its been a constant cycle of this sort of thing, they used to only care if I got hurt when they needed and excuse to be mad at my brother. the guilttripping was and still is so bad. In my first year of high school, my mental health got really bad and I was hanging around the wrong crowd who convinced me to hurt myself, and told me ways to do it. so when I realized this was a bad thing and told one of my favourite teachers, they rang my parents. my pop picked me up, and kept asking "why would you do that." as if I was inconveniencing him. and when I got home the took my devices. they didn't ask what happened, they didn't care. they didn't check to see if I was still harming myself. they just said "if community services finds out you do this they'll take you away." and for months they treated me like I was a majorly unintelligent person. when I did get my phone back they would turn my wifi off all the time. I was only allowed one hour, and then the next term or so, my ex boyfriend sexually assaulted me. when I told them, they ignored me. they refused to acknowledge that happened. they treat me like I'm inconvencing their lives by existing. if I told them anything about my identity they would kill me. they didn't care who was hitting on me. they didn't care who was hurting me, they don't care if I'm being bullied. and they only notice the results of these things and blame it on my phone. multiple times I would cry just loud enough for them to hear. hoping they would comfort me and they would just tell me to shut up.

I recently wrote a post on Facebook, and it censored me, considering the very elements I needed to bring to light regarding events in my family. I had to post it in a WhatsApp group to avoid falling into the same trap as the previous platform.

That hurt me completely. For a long time, I had sought out the public eye about what had happened with my family, my experiences, and what it meant to me to lose them as a safe zone. As usual, I was another one of those individuals who kept what happened at home to themselves, normalizing the situation over time, even though the outside world showed me a completely different normality than what I experienced at home and through family interactions.

I was one of those who expressed that what I saw on television and other media outlets was solely to sell propaganda. In fact, they even convinced me that Children's Day was purely a commercial component. In that family, I lived isolated from the world. That is, I couldn't bring friends home, I couldn't choose what the market demanded, I had to stick to the music my parents liked, I didn't go to places other people went too, and everything was always driven by a desire to view family relationships and events as supreme and as beings that simply err. It was a desire to justify why we didn't go out and interact with the outside world. My mother lived with a desire for home, and besides, she felt that it was hers and she could do whatever she wanted, with my father backing her up, which made me feel like I couldn't belong anywhere outside the home like my own. My moments when I felt closest to people, where I could joke around and play games, surrounded by my parents, were always segregated, denigrated, and even seen as reasons for scolding for issues that were never really addressed; in fact, they ruined the moment for me.

Regarding my abilities, it was also the same. In sales, creativity, studies, and lifestyle, my mother liked to call the shots, belittling points of view other than her own and also seeking to alleviate the fact that she didn't know the true path either, as a way of making her perspective supreme. My father always told me to blindly accept her, and that was also the case with his second wife. In both homes, my university studies were sabotaged through the absorption of both families due to my absence from their events. It always turned out to be a family that sought to sabotage my progress or make it difficult, only to then applaud any achievement despite everything, in other words, evading the responsibility of having reached the goal under pressure.

They all turned out to be a family of monsters, of people who also wanted to profit monetarily from my progress if it was achieved, without any limitations. They were saboteurs and, on top of that, profiteers. Added to this, they liked to speak ill of me behind my back, gang up on me, and favor their compliance. Without a doubt, they wanted me down, adding to their support for individuals who wanted to harm me, and also avoiding news about it. The only reason they currently act with respect is because I show the consequences of their actions. Their desire as good individuals lies only in preventing them, because if there aren't any, they resort to the same practice. Ironically, being the instigators of the events, they also sought complacency despite their reactions. They were people who sought to see me down and not feel guilty thanks to me, demonstrating precisely the consequences of their actions.

Right now, I find myself in conditions I like, and they have also been the target of attack, through sabotage from outside, intended to make me a destabilizing factor in the environment. I wanted to confront them with therapists, but they all became counters to my need to vent, consolidating me on the ground. To ensure that these relatives wouldn't be invasive in my search for a therapist given my reactions, I needed to find someone who would express the end of therapy by agreeing to return if it was deemed necessary, as is often the case, in order to put an end to that path. Even the therapists turned away, forcing me to be manipulative in order to escape their clutches. Of course, when there's no outside support and internal pressure is great, social solutions based on outside support only end up being maladaptive.

The fact that Facebook censored, or at least reviewed, my post made me feel like there was no way out. No therapist wanted to help me, and I didn't have a social network. They only sought to persuade me to repair my problems the point. That is, to form a vision that was once again complacent and disarmed, at the mercy of others, just as my parents wanted. It's not fair that I was in this very complex situation, a psychological framework, and everyone was collaborating to consolidate me there, that is, diverting me from my interests. No one wanted to help me; all those who tried simply based their help on criticizing me, instead of protecting themselves with my circumstances. Not one was able to admit that they couldn't help me. I had to say goodbye to all these people.

I had to let go of all the lives I had built, given that they were at the mercy of a profile that would try to pressure me to return to it, when I didn't want to return. Now has been an escape from the influences of that environment I was in, allowing me to function completely normally, the mechanisms even being unconscious, simply by letting myself be guided by intuition.

Furthermore, with the posts I'd already made about my family, I felt pained because no one gave a like or any icon that expressed receptivity. In other words, when it came to talking about the issues my family had asked me, I felt alone. I felt like everyone was once again supporting my consolidation of it, being indifferent to how I treated them, all in order to support the stereotypes. I had to take a risk, removing many family members from the mix, the goal of which was to get me out of my peaceful life, through such support and meetings, which no one had even asked me about. An aunt, excited precisely by having me at the mercy of domination, through fear—of all people in the world—wondered, why do I have to be pleasing to those who would like to dominate? Of course, this was the spirit of my parents with my upbringing, of subjugation so they could then make us their servants. It's an abuse of power to isolate an innocent child through prejudice, to keep them at the mercy of complacency, precisely because of the prejudices that create walls that hide what's going on within the family.

Without a doubt, from childhood until now, all of this has resulted in a nightmare for me. I wanted to reveal myself to this system and was prevented, then I returned but was also undermined, and now this third time, I wasn't going to allow myself to be left behind. I prefer to start over, without these relationships, no matter what. Regarding therapists, there's nothing more unpleasant than coming to them with your problem, and they simply seek to smooth it over, rather than affirming that they can't handle it. Personally, I don't see that it has motivated me to take action on my own, through my own visions; after all, they were the only ones that helped me feel good.

I had to look after my life, my future, because no one else was doing it. Indeed, no one supported her, however, that only tells me that these people are not the right ones for me.