Family Drama Stories

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

I keep asking myself this dumb loud question in my head every morning and night and in the shower and while scrolling and it’s like how do you even tell if you’re gay?? I’m not crying about it I’m not romantic about it I’m just staring at the wall like ok facts only please. I look at guys and my brain goes yes that one!! I look at girls and my brain goes maybe but also no and also stop asking me. It feels stupid simple and also weirdly complicated. People online say “if you’re asking you probably are” and that feels rude but maybe fair. I don’t feel broken or tragic or whatever those movies sell. I just feel normal and annoyed. Everyone wants labels and timelines and a dramatic reveal and I’m like can I just exist first?? I think about how I’d tell my family and my stomach does a backflip but also nothing explodes. They’re not monsters. They’re just loud and nosy and love to ask questions. I imagine sitting at the table and saying it straight like hey I think I’m gay and then going back to eating. No violin music. No tears. Just facts. Is that allowed?? I keep wondering if you feel this way too or if you already know and you’re just scared of the word. People say “you’ll know when you know” which is useless advice but ok thanks. I notice I don’t hate myself. That feels important. I notice I’m not trying to change it. Also important. The world keeps spinning. Bills still exist. I still hate mornings. This isn’t a tragedy. It’s just information. I read some vent post that said “sexuality isn’t a quiz you pass” and I laughed because yeah duh but also I keep trying to pass it anyway. I don’t want permission. I want clarity. Or maybe I already have it and I’m stalling. Are you stalling too?? Be honest.

The family part is the loudest part in my head and it’s annoying. Everyone acts like coming out has one correct script. Sit them down. Deep breath. Serious face. I don’t want that. I want casual. I want rude even. I want to say it the same way I’d say I’m tired or I hate my job. I think if I ever do it I’ll just blurt it out in the car or during dishes or when someone says something dumb on TV. Like “yeah well I’m gay so” and then let the room deal with it. I don’t owe a speech. I don’t owe tears. I don’t owe explanations. If they ask questions I’ll answer the real ones and ignore the stupid ones. Boundaries are cool now apparently. I read that somewhere. The advice people give is always like safety first which yeah obviously but also don’t treat yourself like a bomb. I’m not planning to disappear. I’m still me. Same jokes. Same bad habits. Same love for dumb stuff. This is not a personality overhaul. I’m not asking them to clap. I’m telling them something true. That’s it. I think people forget that truth can be boring. I want boring. Boring is peaceful. If they freak out I’ll leave the room. If they don’t I’ll finish my food. Either way I’ll be fine. I keep repeating that like a mantra because it’s actually true. Someone said “coming out is for you not them” and I rolled my eyes but also yeah that tracks. So why rush it?? Why dramatize it?? Maybe I’ll wait until it feels like saying the sky is blue;

I don’t know if this answers the title question cleanly but maybe that’s the point. There isn’t a magic test. There’s just noticing patterns and not lying about them. There’s liking who you like and not apologizing for it. There’s waking up and realizing you’re not pretending anymore. I’m not confused I’m just mid-process. That feels fine. It feels hopeful even. I can imagine a future where this is background noise not the main event. I can imagine telling my family and then going back to my life. That thought doesn’t scare me as much as it used to. Progress?? Probably. I’m not here for pity. I’m not here for praise. I’m just saying what is. If you’re reading this and thinking wow same then yeah same back at you. You’re not late. You’re not wrong. You’re not dramatic for thinking about it a lot. You’re allowed to take your time. You’re allowed to be blunt. You’re allowed to be calm about it. People act like identity has to hurt. It doesn’t. It can be neutral. It can even be kind of relieving. I feel lighter just writing this out which is annoying but true. If someone asks me tomorrow how I know I’ll probably just shrug and say “I just do” and that’ll be enough. Do you really need more than that??!!

I still feel like I need my anti depressant but my family wants me to get off of it because they claim its toxic to me and messing with my mind. When I was off of it I had horrible thoughts like hurting friends in violent ways, starving myself, running away hoping some shady person would kill me ect. They all say I seem like I feel okay but I hide my emotions I rarely let on when I am upset or anything and have a hard time expressing my emotions anyway

I’m so sorry you had to have me. I’m sorry I’m not any better. If I could walk out a door and it would mean that your life would be free of me, I would do it. I’m sorry I’m such a lazy kid. I can’t help it, mommy. Your daughter is so so tired. I’m pretty sure I have depression, but I can never get diagnosed. I’m sorry mommy. I’m such a rebel. I’m sorry for ignoring you. I’m sorry for being a burden. I’m sorry I never follow what you say. Sorry for staring at you in a mean way. Sorry for ever being born and ruining your teenage years. You never deserved that. You deserve your freedom. Now, I’m sorry if one day I ever decide that I want to go and disappear for forever. I don’t see a future for myself, mommy. It’ll just be my siblings with you along the way, and if you ever cry on the day that I die, I’m sorry for breaking your heart.

Every year on my birthday, I find myself caught in a whirlwind of well-meaning chaos. As an autistic person, fully processing and reacting to family and friends sending me video messages with birthday wishes often feels like trying to walk through a funhouse distortion mirror room. Their genuine affection is clear, and for that, I am perpetually grateful, yet the pressure to deliver an adequate response in return is exceptionally daunting. In receiving a video message or even a traditional card, I often wonder, what’s the best way to thank these wonderful people who took time out of their day to make mine special? Should I simply reply with a text or perhaps even attempt my own video message back? I've tried various methods over the years, but somehow I always feel that my responses fall short in expressing the depth of my gratitude. My family, bless their hearts, are always enthusiastic, and their messages burst with joy and colorful confetti of random anecdotes and jokes, but deciphering these signals and responding with matching enthusiasm proves challenging, like solving a puzzle with a few missing pieces.

Reflecting on my personal anecdotes, I recall the time my cousin orchestrated an entire virtual birthday party, complete with coordinated games and a delightful slideshow of childhood photos. While I was deeply touched, I found myself flustered in the aftermath, unsure of how to respond appropriately. I thanked them, of course, but did my gratitude seem genuine, expressed solely through typed words and a scattering of emojis? In these moments, I consider whether my difficulty in conveying my feelings might be unique, or if others, regardless of circumstance, share this subtle plight. Despite my responses often feeling understated compared to the warmth I receive, I am hopeful that my family feels appreciated. This leads me to believe that genuine gratitude, though complex in expression, need not be extravagant. A heartfelt "thank you" can indeed speak volumes when delivered sincerely. Might there be a perfect balance between expressing gratitude and maintaining my own comfort? I continue to seek it, steering through the maze of social conventions, with each birthday providing another opportunity to refine my approach and, I hope, bring more serenity and authenticity to my expressions of thanks.

I just need to rant because my lovely grandmother decided to take it into her own damn hands clean my room and throw away the shoebox I use to prop up my laptop proceeded to ask me you use that thing and yes I do use a shoebox as a laptop holder because I can not afford a real one and its easy and cheap which she is all about being cheap. Leave my fucking room alone and you wont have to fish through garbage for something you knew I used because whenever she goes up here to my room she sees me using it. I came home from work for context to my whole room being rearranged and things thrown away that she knows I use.

Ever feel like you're just a speck of dust in the universe, unnoticed and unimportant? like, you go through your day, and it's as if no one gives an ounce of thought about you? 🙄 let's start with my family, the people who are supposed to be my ride or die, right? wrong. they act like they care, but when was the last time any of them stopped, took a moment out of their busy lives, and actually reached out? it feels like forever and a day. instead, they're caught up in their own whirlwind of drama and issues, completely neglecting the fact that I might actually need someone to lean on. it's as if checking in on me isn't on their to-do list. and my friends... or whatever you'd call them. relationships feel so transactional these days. it's not like they give a rat's ass about what's going on with me unless there's a benefit for them in the picture.

then I start to wonder, am I the problem here? is there some kind of vibe I'm giving off that screams "keep your distance"? or am I simply expecting too much from people who are just as messed up as everyone else? it baffles me how they can continue living in their bubble, completely oblivious or indifferent to what's happening around them. maybe it's the rise of social media and digital clutter? we're so glued to our screens that meaningful connection is taking the back seat. it makes me question if empathy is becoming extinct 🙄 or am I just surrounded by people devoid of genuine human emotion?

sometimes I think about speaking up, letting them know how I feel like a ghost in my own life, but then I think... what's the point? i hate putting myself out there only to be met with an awkward "oh, i'm so sorry" before the topic changes faster than a bitcoin price. is it even worth it? it shouldn't be this hard to feel like someone actually cares, should it?? in a world where we have the capability to connect with someone on the other side of the globe in seconds, why do the people right next to me seem so far away??? i'm fed up with feeling like an afterthought, a barely-there blip on people's radar. so tell me, have you ever felt like this? do people really care, or are we all just prisoners in our own self-absorbed minds??? 🤔

hey, so i'm sitting here going out of my mind with all these worries. i'm a mum with two boys, 13 and 15, and i can't stop thinking about what kind of world they're gonna be facing in the future. like, how the hell are they gonna find a job when AI is taking over everything? am i alone in this? i mean, everywhere i look, it's robots this, automation that, and it's got me wondering what kind of job market's gonna be left for my boys. maybe you've read articles or seen those doomsday predictions about robots turning us humans obsolete? it's not a peaceful thought. schools don't seem to prepare them for a future where creativity and humanity are the only things machines can't replicate. 🤔 and let's not even talk about the pressure these kids face, like, how can they compete with an algorithm that never sleeps, never gets tired? it just feels like a losing battle, and i don't know if i'm supposed to tell them to shovel coal or learn coding at this point.

plus, it's not just the job market, right? everything just feels like it's spiraling out of control. we're dealing with all this climate change craziness, and who knows what kind of world they'll inherit. i sometimes wonder if i should just be teaching them wilderness survival skills instead of algebra. it's hard not to feel like, what's the point? even my parents and their endless wisdom have no clue what's coming next—they're baffled by smartphones, so imagine trying to explain AI threats to them. 🤦‍♀️ you ever feel like you're in an episode of 'black mirror,' but there's no fast-forward button, just gotta wait it out? and the school systems? don't even get me started! schools are still teaching stuff that's been outdated since i was a kid. honestly, who needs cursive writing now? it's just like, come on, shouldn't we be focusing on skills that'll actually help them survive in the future?

man, it would be fantastic if i could just flip a switch and not worry. but seriously, how can you not worry about the future when every headline, every news article just screams apocalypse? i mean, even podcasts, which were my go-to escape, have turned into these doom and gloom fest about the tech-dystopia we're supposedly heading into. 😩 and social media? forget it, it's like living in a constant state of anxiety with everyone just adding more fuel to the fire. maybe i need to start dosing myself on some ignorance is bliss, but then again, can you really afford to be ignorant in a world that changes so damn fast? so if you're out here thinking it's just you—nah, mate, we're all riding this storm out together, just trying to figure out how not to lose our marbles in the process.

hey y'all, is it just me or does anyone else think we all need like a happiness jar in our crib? i mean, hear me out here - my family is rolling in dough, like seriously; we've got everything a person could want, but there's this weird vibe lingering in the air, like we're missing the secret ingredient to life; you know what i'm saying? it's like those jars folks keep on their kitchen counters for spare change, except i'm thinking, why not fill it with little chunks of happiness instead; moments of joy, laughter, and peace that we stash away and then, when it's one of those gloomy days, we just pull out a piece and remind ourselves that life's not that bad, kinda like a happiness piggy bank, if you will; but it's a bit baffling, don't you think? 'cause money can't buy happiness, right? like, how many trips to exotic islands... or fancy dinners do you need before it's just meh; i mean, did oprah say it best, "the thing you fear most has no power" - maybe it's not fear but the lack of genuine happiness we should fear, ya feel me? but then again, i'm no philosopher, just an average joe laying it down; it's crazy how people always say they envy the wealthy, but could we be the ones truly envious? because despite the stacks of cash, we're like happiness bankrupt, it's wild; maybe what we need is a reality check or a happiness savings account that actually pays interest in smiles and memories; have you noticed, sometimes folks living the simplest lives are the ones with the brightest smiles? so why is that, i wonder – readers, drop your thoughts in the comments or whatever; my crib's filled with all these material things and we throw these big parties, hosted right here in my fancy pad, and smile at each other, but behind closed doors, it's crickets, just dead silence; think on that for a minute; doesn't that resonate or is it just me? or have we been chasing the wrong dream all along, led astray by society's definition of "success"? i mean, if shakespeare were around, would he scribe, "to be rich or to be happy, that is the question"? perhaps what's really golden isn't gold at all but the small, sparkling moments we often overlook, fading into the cracks of our daily grind; so maybe this happiness jar idea ain't too crazy after all; imagine tracking all those moments on little slips of paper and filling up a jar with them, wouldn't that be something special to look back on?; so tell me, if you could fill a jar with happiness, what would you put in it? just a thought i've been playing with, nothing serious; anyhow, thanks for letting me unload this brain-jumble, it's been swirling around in my head like a whirlwind and i thought maybe putting it down would help make sense of it all or at least give me a chuckle ; cheers and peace ✌️.

well, here i am, 39 years old, lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, and wondering why the heck i just can't seem to muster the energy to get out of bed. the relentless demands of family life have started to weigh me down, and the worst part is, it feels like no one notices. my three children, as much as i love them to pieces, are like tiny CEOs of their own chaotic corporations. breakfast, school drop-offs, extracurricular activities, homework, the list is endless. and my husband? 🤨 let's just say he's not exactly earning the father-of-the-year trophy. he's more of a silent partner in this venture, contributing minimally while i manage the lion’s share.

every day is a revolving door of tasks dictated by invisible time cards that pull me in every direction but towards what i need—rest. i’ve become the go-to project manager of our household, handling everything from grocery shopping and cooking, to emergency conflict resolution between a seven-year-old and a ten-year-old over whose turn it is to sit in the prized front seat. even our toddler has demands that rival a ceo’s morning agenda. however, as the perpetual first responder, my wake-up call is earlier than a rooster's crow; pre-dawn prep, lunches to pack, and laundry that's folded to military precision.

the reality is, i’m exhausted but i can't complain; it feels like my pleas fall on deaf ears. do you ever feel like your voice is a whisper in a room of shouting voices? family dynamics are complicated puzzles, aren’t they? society tells us that juggling motherhood, marriage, and a personal career is doable if we just try hard enough. but trust me, it's like trying to align misfit puzzle pieces. yet each morning, there remains the faint, stubborn hope that today will be the day my husband is better attuned or that the kids will navigate their own battles without conscription of 'mom' as their referee.

i find solace in quotes from Virginia Woolf, "Arrange whatever pieces come your way," even when those pieces have clearly lost their way. it brings me a level of optimism; there's hope in reflection and redirection, and perhaps that's where the solution lies. self-care isn't a luxury; it's a necessity. maybe it's time to reorganize the department of 'me' and delegate some tasks or even demand a little assistance in this familial startup. am i seeking too much? maybe. or perhaps it all starts by simply getting out of bed—one foot at a time, one step closer to balance.

wtf am I doing here...