Family Drama Stories - page 7

Recently I've been feeling really crappy; I've been getting a lot of headaches, a huge loss of appitite, and I've constantly felt like I was going to faint. I brought this up with my mom and mentioned how I'm probably anemic (since I've had multiple blood tests done to show that I have an iron deficency and I show an alarming amount of the symptoms), however, she just said it was because I didn't eat and I belived her. But then school started and I was getting up and down and whatnot a lot more and suddenly I'm literally fighting to not pass out in my algebra class and get trampled by the greasy football kids. So far, it's been happening for multiple days and I've also been losing sleep. My mom always blames the symptoms on things like me not getting enough exersise or not eating (both are not possible though as I live in a very mountain-y area and I have to constantly walk up steep hills at my school to get to some classes, and I HAVE been eating). It's not new either, II have been expiriancing these things for a long time, even though it's more recently they're starting to get worse.

This isn't really the only time she's done stuff like this though. for a long time I struggled with anxiety and she had said it was 'normal for my age' but when an actual doctor looked at my anxiety they said it was extremely high for someone my age, to which my mom agreed to like she agreed the whole time and only put me in therapy after that. She's also doing the same for the fact that I can;t sleep and refusing to let me go on any sort of medication for my anxiety or inability to sleep, when these are things I have been serriously struggling with since I was in the third grade. It just kinda feels like she doesn't belive me whenever I say something is wrong or ask for her help with that type of thing. I love her a lot and she's amazing, but I really wish that she would listen to me for once because it feels terrible when a doctor has to tell her something I've been telling her for ages for her to be concerned or just listen.

How am I supposed to like you when you yelled at me just for being excited about something? So this might seem a bit dramatic but I’m sick of my dad so much..

Anyway I’m downstairs talking about school since I start in a week, talking about my classes and supplies and just looking at my old drawings from last year. So I wanted to show my mom and get her approval because that’s what any normal kid does. And I’m talking all excited and he cuts me off saying, “what time is it?”. Uhm… couldn’t you have waited? It’s not that big of a deal but it just hurt a bit? It shows you don’t like me and don’t respect what I have to say.. I’m just a big over thinker and have diagnosed anxiety so that might be it? So I’m still talking because you aren’t going to interrupt me?? I was talking first. And then my mom replied to him saying “maybe like 1 minute.” And then I keep talking after she said that since I assumed he heard her, but then he goes “what did you say!?” Like really loud while I was talking AGAIN. So I’m obviously a bit annoyed, can’t you see I’m talking to her?? About something I’m excited about.. and my mom is annoyed so she yells “1 minute!” And I was still talking then, so he just yells at me, “I can’t hear what you’re fucking saying because (name) keeps fucking talking!” Uhmmm that hurt…? You didn’t need to yell at me so I just went quiet and walked away with my drawing and ended up throwing it out since that bothered me so much. Idk but this just bothered me because I never hangout with them and now when I do I just get cursed at.

Anyway this was yesterday and I wanted to have a nice day, make pizza and just be all happy. And I’m getting the stuff ready for it and he keeps pestering me, and I tell him to stop because I didn't like it, speaking CALMLY. But he just laughed at me so I yelled to make him take me seriously.. I don’t like raising my voice so why do you make me? Anyway. So this is when we are finally making pizzas and I’m happy because my mom’s with me for a couple of seconds just alone. And he comes over and the whole mood goes out, it’s now annoyance and thick.. like a storm cloud covering the sun. So yeah my mom finished making her pizza and I did the same. And he says, “your pizza looks really nice, can you make mine?” This is supposed to be something nice that I made up. So my mom goes, “no.” And then my dad says, “why?” In a laughing tone that pisses me off. And my mom says, “because you said it like a child who just wants his way, are you that lazy that you can’t make your own pizza?” And obviously she’s had a hard day and she nannies all the time. So he just laughs and it was a weird annoyed laughter that just throws me off.. so I finished my pizza quickly and the ovens ready, and he’s the only one not done taking 10 minutes just to do it.. when my mom and me are done waiting for him, who’s taking his sweet old time. So my mom yells at him, “can you hurry up? We are waiting for you.” And he just yells at her, “what the fuck do you mean!? I’m fucking doing it!” Uhm don’t yell at my mom. You aren’t a man. You’re just a leech. And I keep remembering vividly me coming home from school to him hitting her while she was begging him on her knees crying. Begging him to stop hitting her. She’s strong enough to fight back, but she doesn’t want to hurt him so she just SITS THERE DOING NOTHING. And the way I cowardly ran to my room doing homework on my bed through tears by hearing her cry. I’ll never forgive him, never forget, and never ever stop hating him. He’s a fucking monster and doesn’t deserve to live. If he can hurt my mom he can hurt me. And he’s hurt my dog before. He hit my dog repeatedly and that poor dog is scared of him. Scared of being hit. And I’m scared that he’ll shove his hand in my mouth again and throw my chewed up food against the wall.

So yes, I fucking hate my dad and I won’t EVER talk to him. I won’t forgive him. And I won’t tell him how I feel because I’m just a coward. And I’m scared he’ll hit me. I can fight back but I’m only 13, I can’t do much for a middle school girl. But I sure as hell will make sure he won’t hurt my mom ever again. I’ll make him never be able to hurt her. I’ll turn our family into a case on the news if he tries.

A Home That Doesn’t Feel Like Home

Lately, I feel like my own house isn’t my safe place anymore. Ang ingay ng sigawan at away ni mama’t papa, parang wala nang pahinga. I thought after losing kuya and mommy, they would see me, take care of me, hold me a little closer. For a while, they did — but only for a short time. After three months, they went back to their old ways. They knew my triggers, they knew how much their fighting breaks me, pero parang wala lang.

When I got sick, I just wanted to be found. I left my door unlocked hoping mama would come in, sit beside me, ask how I was. Pero when papa told her to check on me, she answered coldly, like caring for me was a burden. Masakit marinig na parang wala akong halaga.

It hurts even more because I help her at home. I wash the dishes, I clean, I do my part. Pero kahit gano’n, mas maalaga at mas sweet pa sila sa pinsan ko, kahit hindi naman siya nakakatulong sa gawaing bahay. Ako na nga yung gumagawa, ako pa yung parang hindi nakikita.

That’s why these past weeks, I’ve been cold to them. Parang mas gusto pa nila yung pinsan ko kaysa sakin. They don’t realize how much it kills my spirit when I give, give, and give, but I don’t feel cared for in return.

I feel so fragile. I miss kuya, I miss mommy, I miss the way they made me feel safe and loved. I just want someone to take care of me, especially when I’m sick. Pero sa halip, I get sharp voices, cold answers, and the feeling that I’m too much to deal with.

Sometimes, I just want to leave this place. Ang hirap tumira sa bahay na parang hindi tahanan. I want peace, I want love, I want to breathe.

And maybe they’ll never really understand, but I know this: my pain is real, my longing is valid, and I deserve the kind of love that doesn’t make me beg for it.

Even if my own house doesn’t feel like home, I’m learning to carry myself and be my own safe place.

I am so damn sick of my grandma being a total bitch 24/7 all the time complaining about the things I do when I stay out of her way and just lay low but no matter what its always my fault she can never ever have any blame like tonight I gave the cats a little bit of hot dog so they wouldnt be rushing out the door which also makes her mad and she got mad that I gave them some and my grandpa just sat there even though she buys them for him and I know he doesnt care like she does. Literally can never have a good day in this unwelcoming family like if Im at my parents they also complain about what I do if Im at my grandparents I get complained at here. I remember I had a bad break down ran away from home and that was the first time in like years I heard my grandma say she loved me. Jokes about my depression and says how I will be fine when I was unmedicated last year and had that bad break down. Whatever man shes in her 60s or something so shes probably just feeling old age or whatever. God I just wish my family would communicate properly without sulking/yelling/telling each other they are ungrateful because then I wouldnt feel the need to go online and complain about them and the actions

So I don’t really know how to start this off but… my family all have addictions. All smoking or drinking. And I’m scared I might end up like them when I’m older.

So, my grandparents smoke cigarettes and cigars when they aren’t around the family and honestly I love that they hide it from us? Rather than just do it in my face and look at me. And I think they’ve tried to stop quitting so even more probs to them!!

Now my parents have always had a vape addiction.. first it started with weed/bongs stinking up the house, all the way to weed vape pens? And I’m actually so uncomfortable with putting that stuff in my body I VERBALLY tell them DIRECTLY I DON’T like it. And they still blow the smoke in my face?? I think it’s baffling after 10 years they just stopped caring about not doing it in front of me?? I remember them sitting in the bathroom of my old house, blowing smoke into the vents from bongs because they didn’t want me to know?? And I walked in on them doing that so i obviously asked(as the 7 year old I was). And they just tried to play it off saying “mommy just needs some relief”.. and then I soon started figuring out that they were smoking?? Not the same crap as cigarettes but weed?? I still think it’s disgusting either way and it’s made me grow a hatred for smokers, yes I know the nicotine is highly addictive but don’t you know how bad it is for your DEVELOPING CHILD to breathe in that smoke?? I think that’s why I have so many issues with my brain?? I don’t know though, it just really pisses me off and triggers me when they smoke around me. It makes me feel like I can’t breathe and I’ve had meltdowns about it because they can’t just NOT SMOKE around me, so we’ve compromised that whenever I was upstairs in my room they could vape in the living room. I’m still pissed at this because now I can’t enjoy my house and I’m trapped in my room all day, having to go downstairs in a smoke cloud?? And my dad still does it around me, making me yell at him and hate him more. He doesn’t respect me. He just laughs. And I know he’s trying to step up but I won’t forget what he didn’t do. Be a man for me when I was 7-13. I’m currently 13 for context and I’m just.. really mad and just sad?? Like I’m mad they won’t respect me but sad I call him my dad? I don’t know it’s just complicated and I’m just so frustrated and sick of him I have a shorter fuse around him.

And just last night he left the gas on the whole night, we all could’ve died so I’m pissed off. Even I could’ve (13f) known it was still on. And now the house is airing out, I’m not planning on speaking to him any time soon about “feelings” because he’ll just laugh in my fucking face like always and brush it off. I don’t feel seen. And I barely feel their love.

This is about my dad and my family about how they bad mouth him a lot, use my older stories for context (the bad experiences one).

So I’m in the car with my grandma(i love her but sometimes I can’t agree with her) and she randomly says, “You can’t get out the house much huh? What does your father even do with you?” And I can’t even say anything because I couldn’t think of even two things. So I feel a bit hurt since she’s in-directly insulting me? Idk I love my dad but I hate him? It feels like my relationship with my dad is the song “IFHY” by Tyler the creator” but in a father daughter way. I just really have a burning hatred for him because he didn’t do anything for a 1/3 of my life..

My grandma keeps randomly bringing up my father for the past 5 years and it hurts, knowing I can’t even stick up for him because I want her to still like me? And it’s just so humiliating that she keeps saying this when I’m making it clear I don’t like it just by my silence??

This isn’t really about my grandparents here but I just wanted to say something how I feel about my dad in present.

I really feel awkward and uncomfortable around him since my mom opened my eyes and showed me I shouldn’t like him? And now she’s acting oblivious like she never told me she wanted to divorce him. it’s just like your favored parent saying your drawing sucks and that they don’t want it?

My dad keeps trying to talk to me and it’s so bad… like I like that he’s trying to talk to me but like.. it doesn’t feel right? You had so much time to do this. But now you chose to try and step up?? I can’t believe I’m going to say this but.. I want them to divorce. It’s too much tension and it’s making me too scared to sit around my parents. Even when my dad goes near me I just want to scream and yell at him my frustration that I want to like him but I can’t since it feels wrong. Just trying to start liking him feels like I’m committing a war crime, since my mom literally told me she doesn’t like my dad anymore and my cousins and grandparents don’t like him.

Am I valid for feeling this? Or am I just too judgmental.

I know am like her. That's actually they main reason i can't stand her. Cause She thinks she sooo good and i'm the dirt under her feet but we're so much like each other. Better yet. She think we're not similiar at all and even openly said she dislikes me. Since i was like 7. Which f you. But also guess what? You're exactly like me. I know i'm Just as bad if not worse. I've been aware of that since forever. since she does nothing but remind me how bad and horrible i am. I've tried addressing this stuff to her. But to her? This Is normal. All the messed up stuff She does Is normal cause "She had It worse." And She Just gets worse. Maybe stewing in hate won't help. But since i can't talk to her since she won't listen. And i can't leave right now, venting and ignoring her Is the only thing i can do. (When i'll be able to leave i will. Even if just to get a break from her.) And honestly i think i have the whole right to be mad and hate her for wounds she caused. And i know for a fact what she does isn't right and i'm tired of pretending It Is. She doesn't deserve It. Cause she's not only horrible to me, and she's not only horrible to every since animal she "saved" once she gets bored and tired of them. She's horrible to others of our family too. She Just makes strangers thinks she's this adorable little princess. And yeah she did have It worse. But guess what? She stayed, for people who didn't care about her. She stayed and stewed in hate her whole Life and brought me with her. And now she's giving all that hate to me. I have the whole right to hate what she did and nothing will change my mind. Since realisticly speaking. I'll never be able to tell any of this, She never listens anyway. I am like her. A lot. But i'm trying to improve. I'm trying to be better. I am a bad person. But i don't scream at others day and night about minimal issues i brought uppon my self. I don't torture others for every single mistake they ever made. I don't "ban" crying cause it's not a good enough reason. I don't hurt others the way she does. She's stuck in the fantasy that she's perfect and above everyone else and She always will be. And i refuse to forgive her for that. ever.

I don't think i'm malicious. Then again maybe i'm wrong. But still. I don't do It on purpose. I'm Just scared and nervous and thinking. I'm horribly selfish definitely and selfcentered probably, and dumb obviously. And maybe she's right about the fact that i can't really care about others. And maybe my attempt at showing love are Just attempts at asking for forgiveness for being bad. But I don't think i'm malicious. I did do It on purpose i was Just tired and i didn't want her to start yelling again like She always does. she did anyway, and It was pointless. Could've there been a better solution? Yeah probably. But I was too scared and nervous to see it. And i'm sorry i didn't. But I was already scared of yelling at me. She thinks i'm malicious ig. That maybe i have an evil plan. But i was already thinking about what to do If she did decide to hurt me or to hurt/ruin one of my things. I'm not malicious and i don't have an evil plan. I Just can't be good. And i mess up all the time. And i can't blame her if she wants me gone.

You know when you love someone, but you really, really despise everything they are and their whole person, and their opinions and the way do and approach things. And your stomach twists in rage and hate and disgust when they're around? And you can't actually be Happy or love them quite right because you know you feel much differently inside? Better yet, you know when parents want their children to Learn how to swim and they just throw them in the water and Hope for the best? Yeah. That's what she does with everything. Not with me, cause i was a down right horrible child that was digusting and full hate. She didn't need to give any more. But she uses that approach with everything even important things. She throws them there. Makes important decisions and promises on a whim and hopes for the best. Except she never actually puts effort into anything. And past a certain point she gets tired and novelty of her new obssession dies out and She Just leaves It to rot. And most of the time It doesn't work. Things break and go to sh*t. And then she burst into rage and quits. Typical. It's funny cause She insists onto saying and presenting herself like the most important blessing that ever came on Earth. Which yeah. In a sense. Sure. She always starts with good intentions. And she has some solid values which i really admire. And she loves. A lot. But It's very hard to get her interest. And if she isn't interessed she ignores everything and concentrates on her newest obssession leaving everything to rot. She insists that I know nothing. And that i'm Just a scaredy cat and i exagerate. But she spent most of my Life yelling and shouting and shamming things and threathing to hurt me or destroy things I care about. And all those Animals she says she saved and loves? They flinch at every sound and movement and Hide and run away whenever they can tell she's mad. And i think that says more about her than it does of a misbehaving puppy. Maybe It's subjetive. But i honestly don't think that's love. Love and family shouldn't be built on fear and intimidation and d*ath threats. That is just picking the lesser evil to continue to survive. Recently she's been talking more about her family and i realize more and more how she Is and Why. And she's right they are worse. And their love for her was conditional. And she still loved them and still holds most of them in High regard. And that's another thing i hate about her. She so full of love. Even though she's clearly bitter about what they have done. But She lets that bottle up and takes out on others that in her regard are "under her". She's so full of love that rotted and turned into rage. And that Is something i will never forgive her for. I love her so much and i admire her a lot and i'm so sorry for cause she didn't deserve anything that happened to her. But love rots and turns into this horrible ugly thing that she passed down to me. And i hate her for It. I hate for everything. I hate her never putting effort into anything. I hate her for never listening. I hate her for always taking decisions for me. I hate her for being so superficial and fickle. I hate her for spontanuos and loving but also so full of rage and scary. And i hate her even more, because all those horrible things are exactly how she describes me. I hate that we're so alike in things in the worst ways possible. And i hate that we're so different that we Clash on everything. And can't have genuine things in common. And i hate her because I know she hates me too for those exact reasons. Though. To be honest i Guess this says as much about her than It does about me, since i'm all of this i'm saying out of hatred for her. And out of the bitter and sharp painfull feeling right next to the admiration I have for her. I am like her and much worse after all, all that hate in the pit of my stomach Is simmering and It's making more and more horrible by the day. She says i'm like them. Like him. But i've never actually known them and known what they're like so i can't be sure. What i am sure of though? I won't take responsibility and guilt for decisions she made and consequences she causes. I've already had horrible spirals and thoughts because of her, i have enough guilt to manage on my own . I've been trying to improve for years now and i think that starts with shutting her yelling out.

I think I am going to go insane living with my grandmother because god forbid I am late to make my bed one day and suddenly I am a ungrateful do nothing when I have told her time and time again to just say when she needs me to help her I can not read her mind because when you offer to help she tells you no or gets mad. She wants me to find a job and I am trying my hardest but the job market isnt the greatest right now so I would lovee to see her try! I try and keep to myself just so I dont piss her off but today was the day I was late to making my bed and she said I know you are a busy women (sarcastically) but when are you going to make your bed and I responded with I was about to and her response was no you werent until I said something so I simply said no I was going to make the bed in a second to which she said dont get smart with me. I am a generally blunt and dry person as she knows and makes jokes about. Literally losing it over here and can not wait for when I get job and a house of my own.

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

Jessica Romina Alcaraz Guzmán.

You cheated on me with your superior, you thought I wouldn't find out, you're the worst, you deserve the worst in the world.

I hope you find your other half or your other trash in the dumpster. You're scum.

Okay so basically just Sunday I went out shopping and got these pore strips for my nose and I only use them two days a week since it’s only two days a week and I’m actually gonna stick to that. And just today my sister(4 years older then me with her own car and money) had came up to me and asked if she could have one and obviously I said no because I want it balanced and she kept on begging and begging and I kept telling her no and she finally left and decided to go to our mom to make me give her the pore strips she could’ve easily bought. And the place where I got them only costs like four or three dollars for a six pack of them and she was well over 900 dollars to spend too and also not to mention she uses her boyfriends money(he makes way less then her) anyways she went to out mom and I guess she said something dumb like “oh I bought her food but she still refuses to give me her pore strip!” And so when I walk out to just hang out with my mom she was all like “just give your sister a pore strip” and when I handed her the stupid pore strip she was all like “oh yeah I ordered you a triple dipper from chilis” and proceeded to keep most of the fucking food. And like I didn’t even ask for that and im amusing in her world I’m hungry all the fucking time just because I’m chubby. And it’s like why are you even assuming that? Like not all “fat” people are the same

We're still working on the pool since fixing the holes Is tricky and she's starting to get irritated by It. Which i find honestly hilarious cause, yeah. I negleted it for a year, sure and It Is my fault. But where was she at? It's as much my fault as It Is hers. Cause also did not care for It at all for a year. Similiarly, She said she'd been asking for It all summer, which no. Less than two weeks at most, which Is still some time, but also She did nothing to start something She wanted and Just forgot about It most of the time. But i do feel sad cause i did enjoy the pool last year and It's my fault It's broken, and It Just wasn't right to neglect It, and i feel really bad about that. It also reminds of all the other things i've negleted over time and that now are ruined because of me. And none of that would've happened if i Just was Better and could deal with whatever Is wrong with me. At the same time i guess there's nothing i can do now but try my best to fix things. And i'm trying. I Just Hope It will hold up. Even if the patches are a bit wonky. Both the pool and everything else.

So I’ve been recently spending more time with my family & sleeping over, and I’m loving it! Maybe too much…

This is more of a series of my life so pls check out my other ones lol!!

After I spent two days at my grandparents house I was really relaxed and happy? And I felt sad I was leaving to go home. So when I got home I was immediately left to a loud house. A very different contrast to a quiet, comfortable, clean grandparents house. And I have a lot of sensory issues and verbal delays so I can’t really speak for myself when im overstimulated and upset. So when I walk in I immediately want to go back to my grandparents house so I just go to my room without saying hello or anything since the tv was very loud and I didn’t want to argue with my dad. And I felt very frustrated, annoyed, upset, and somewhat disappointed??

So later that night I came down for dinner, the tv blaring an action movie, the dogs barking, dinner cold on the counter, and stepping on sharp things scattered on the floor. So first of all, I’m overstimulated. I can feel and hear everything at the same time. So I go to get some ice and water and the freezer is packed with frozen crap blocking the ice maker, making there BARELY any ice so I’m annoyed! I haven’t been home for TWO DAYS and I can’t even have ice on a hot day. So I get my ice and go eat dinner alone on at the dinner table because my parents sit on the couch and eat it together not with me. So I’m eating right? The rice is too wet… the chicken is too dry… the tvs too loud.. and my fork isn’t big enough.. I know I may sound picky and just complaining but honestly after dealing with this every day and is back home after a couple days it pisses you off. So I haven’t even been asked how my day was or any plans I have so I feel unappreciated because I want to feel cared about. So honestly I’m pissed and just annoyed so I mutter “I like grandmas house better..” so my mom asks, “Do you not like it here?” What do you think??? I’ve been asking you guys to turn down the tv multiple times a week and just asking for the questions to stop! So I’m just really annoyed and frustrated from her saying that so I say, “No, I just- it’s just so loud here all the time and it’s so quiet at grandmas house.” And I get no response which sets me off because now I feel bad for saying the truth. And now I want to cry and feel her hug but I dont ask and just leave because I felt ungrateful.

Before you say that I’m just ungrateful and a brat, I’m 13. A girl at that too. And I feel that I have complex emotions and can understand when I need to have a break or be serious. And I just want to leave in perspective this is environment had been a constant thing for 5 years now. And all of my issues and idk I’m just still developing and I have a lot of hormones and anxiety and adhd so it’s just very hard, and I have a lot of sensory issues and verbal delays.

I use to be proud of my family name. I am from a small town so when people would find out my lastnight they would say oh your related to this person they are such an awesome and generous person. Now I am ashamed. Ever since I found out my grandfather SA my little brother my family hasn’t been the same. People took sides on whether they believe him or not. They thought my grandfather is this well known, intelligent hard working guy he could never do something like that. Well I knew the truth.that he was just to embarrassed and ashamed to admit to what he did he fled to another country. Our relationship fizzled out and when he passed. The family we right we had left got even worse. My grandfather was a wealthy man so of course everyone fought over money.

In a time when we should be helping and grieving together turned to money. His brother and his family being the worst. Taking control of everything and selling property that had been in my family for generations. I didn’t care for the money but that hurt the most. Something that’s an always promised to stay in the family was sold off like it meant nothing. Like it wasn’t the one place that held all the good memories before the fighting accusations and money, hungry people.. as I’ve gotten older it’s sad, but I’ve learned just because your blood doesn’t mean your family. It’s the people who show up for you. so no longer am I proud to say my family name. No it’s just a distant memory of what could’ve been.