Family Drama Stories

I feel whenever someone in a movie grows up, they always leave their parents to be independent, and most of the time, they leave their old parents in senior homes because they hate them for being senile. I may not be an adult nor is my mother senile, but she's sure as hell probably a liar! Mom only did this because she noticed I was lonely in and out of school. You know what she could've done to make me for tougher? She shouldn't have been my friend, she should've left me there in my own thoughts so I can finally be independent. It's how dad survived school! He failed, he learnt it the hard way, and he's fine! She should fuck herself for even thinking that! Nobody's friends with their moms, they all hate their moms! It's what movies say. Plus, mom may not smother me with love by hugging and kissing me a lot, she may not over-compliment me, nor would she come to school with me, but she will soon. She will soon! Movies say it'll happen! Her listening more to me because I'm alone with no friends? Please, she should match my kind of honesty, she should tell me how friendless I am and how stupid I am for even caring about them, like every good parent on movies. Isn't it how military men get sturdier? I should've sent her the message, "Moomy, stop calling yourself my friend. It embarrasses me and I need you to be my parent, not my buddy. I’m not negotiating this. Respect the boundary. For you to be my parent, keep distance from me, like dad. Dad doesn’t see me as powerful, so you shouldn’t feel the same way either." What I said is normal. Movies say it, people online say it, successful people say it, they leave their family behind. It's all normal. Plus, it'll benefit me a lot. I heard it will! It'll make me more independent and brave! Everyone leave their parents, right? f I tell her she's horrid, simply because the movies say so, I'll be fine, according to the movies! Who has their mom as their best friend? Only toddlers do! Nowadays I see all girls my age go on their own out to malls with their friends. Meanwhile I hang out with my family like an idiot and I'm usually with my brother and mom! What if one of my classmates see me while they hang out with their friends in some mall in the future, because I lack friends? They'll think I'm weird, right? I should be independent, not parent-relied! I should be asking them for money so I can buy things on my own, not with mom and my brother! They said friends are good to have. So, if that's the case, the longer I'm alone and with mom, I'll be depressed, get a heart attack and die! Meanwhile all my classmates have groups and so does my grade, I'm one of the odd ones out with no one! And guess what, I'll die at 30 for that reason, again, like movies! All movies from 2000s show that when you hit 30 and still haven't achieved the list of being pretty, not fat (I'm 5'4", so I should REMAIN 45kg, from 13-30), you aren't dating anyone and you don't have friends, and you work in a lame job like engineering, you're gonna either die of depression or die from obesity from being 56kg! That's fat! Point is, mom's a fucking liar. I know she's been in many hardships, her parents divorced, financial issues, she couldn't have her dream job of being a doctor (she's an engineer now), yet she's never vented, because she's always been positive? That's some anime BS where the main guy says that! BS! I'm not digging a hole, am I? I'm telling the truth. Cynicism and hopelessness works because I'm not chasing fake happiness, I'm seeking the real truth. Again, it's embarrassing I'm having a "friendship" with my Moomy and not another person from class! Who even does that now? I don't even know anyone online! She's lying! My mom, being the idiotic bitch she is, even said, "You can be happy, without friends! Look at me!" You married dad, wasn't he your friend earlier?! He may have been in one of the longest situation-ships I've ever seen (seriously, they lived in different countries for a while before meeting more and finally agreeing somehow to fall in love and they somehow didn't break up after 16 years). She may not have office-friends that she meets all the time, but she sometimes chats with them. Fuck that ugly bitch of a woman. She's a lying whore! Always lies about life! Guess what, good thing I have plans to get myself an arranged marriage at 20, it's more stable. I even hate it when people say "Hatred kills the owner, not the person the owner hates". Again, that's nonsense! I can use my anger and channel it into a life plan. When I turn 20, I'll ask my parents to arrange a marriage with some random guy, then I can do plastic surgery to look cuter, I will do brain surgery to stop having that gut feeling of thinking mom's trying really hard and I love her, because logic ALWAYS outweighs emotion, and me and my husband will take photos of us only happy together and post it on Instagram to look cute and cuddly! Doesn't every child torch the bond with their parents? Don't they all leave their old parents to die alone in an old shelter because they hate taking care of them. They're normal. Right? So, for me to set boundaries, I have to leave her behind and hate her forever. That's maturity and independence, right? I heard doing all those things are good for the child, hating and leaving your parent, because you learn to be independent and amazing. My brain telling me, "This is the same feeling girls get over their exes, it'll be fine, sugar. Stop loving your mom, she's clearly not for you. In fact, hate her." Like it's an old lady with a Jersey accent. Even if my heart deep down feels like this is more accurate and that she loves me, and she tries very hard to be a good lady and she has helped sometimes, my brain tells me it's false and a farce. Maybe my brain is correct. Isn't everyone's brain the most logical organ? Why should I care if my heart cries whenever I deny that she's trying really hard and she makes me happy because she's my mom who listens and says it's at least a good idea to tell her, because she didn't beat me or treat me worse afterwards? Who cares? My brain should be the leader. Why does my heart keep telling me mom is a great lady instead? Why does it say, "You're sounding so mean, she actually loves you so much. Please, she also tries, and you actually enjoy being with her." My brain should be the one to tell me the truth. My heart's a liar and a cheat. Even if I do something I love because my heart asks for it, and even speak to mom, I should only listen to my head. Just why? Why is my other part telling me that? To care for Moomy, because in the end, she'll never leave you like a toy on the road. It's all fucking crazy! She's a liar and my love for her needs to be removed!

i know this isnt a bigdeal but please just i need someone to talk to about this

Today my mom took me and my younger sister to the dentist, my appointment was covered by my insurance/dental plan/ whatever you call it and unfortunately my little sisters wasn't. my mom treated us to food and stuff before which is kind of a tradition of ours, eat a good meal before getting your teeth cleaned, it's fun. But after we were done with our appointment my mom hadn't realized that the people at the dentist had added more things onto my sisters tooth cleaning appointment (like xrays and whatnot) and the cost came up to 500$, my mom was upset but tried to make the best of it by reminding my little sister that she cares alot about her tooth health because alot of my mothers family is unfortunately on the poorer end and their teeth are horrible because they cant afford to go to the dentist, and she was just saying that she was happy to see my little sister be cleaned. Then my little sister for no reason started getting mad at her, saying that she wasted her time because her teeth were perfectly fine anyways and getting all pissy over having to even go? which I thought was strange because she was the one who wanted to come, and was insiting on getting food and finding a place to go and my poor mother was trying still to make the best out of it but my younger sister continued to be rude to her for no reason, and this time she was laughing and i genuinley got upset but my mom just brushed it off... (sisters 16 btw). After this our mom wanted to spend some time at us at winners cause we had to pick up my twin sister, and she was talking about how excited she was to spend time with us cause its been forever and shes grateful like we agreed to spend time with her, and the minute we step out of the car my little sisters like "Im going to the toy section at walmart" and my mom was like "Oh are you sure?" then again, she was rude and completely dismissed my mother... i came to walmart with her to supervise her purchases and she went to the toy section and was trying to be some expensive monster high dolls, i told her not to spend to much money because we already spent ALOT today for her teeth and for food. she ignored me, and insisted on buying the toys. then texted my mom who said no. i tried to get her to buy a seven dollar calico critter blindbox thing, she was onboard till she saw the LPS toys and completely dismissed me. I continued to try and be nice to her because my little sister pointedly likes my twin much more then me, and out of desperation to form a better bond with her i didnt speak up anymore, but i kept inisting on buying something cheaper. Overall when we went to winners she was more relaxed cause she got what she wanted, me and my mom searched the racks, it was fun. then me and my mom went to buy food for my twin because she was coming out of her work, first day btw, it was like the entrance thing. My little sister kept telling us that we shouldnt because we would be wrong to buy her food without letting her choose, but i insited i knew what she would like to eat because she is my twin, and i chose right cause my twin was thankful that we brought her food when we came to get her.

But even my twin was being horrible to my mom, I get everyone was tired but it was genuinley so rude i was astonished. after finding out that my twin landed the job my mom expressed her concerns about her working around men, not that she was against them or anything, but my sisters job would require her to be in private spaces alone with unknown strangers for awhile. So my mom, in intent to enlighten my twin of the harm that could potentially come her way from not being careful started telling her story about how someone tried to spike her drink in her workspace (Well actually did)... and my twin and sister laugh? they laugh in her face? and i got mad, but i didnt want them to be upset with me so i said "guys she just told you a literal traumatic event that happened to her?" and my twin said "yeah yeah ive heard it before?" .... and my mom got upset and was like "life isnt lala land you need to understand that people have bad intentions and keep yourself safe" and they continued to make fun of her I cant even write what they said without it making me so mad. She asked for a life 360, and i convinced my twin to get on board with it.. JUST SO YOU KNOW, my mom is not a control freak at all, she just worries for us which is fair. we get home and im already upset, im helping my mom with the things we purchased in the car, helping her bring them upstairs and away, and then i come to my room exhausted from the long day and my twin and sister are there. And the first thing my twin does is demand me to grab my moms credit card to pay for the tarrif she got on a package. After all that disrespect in the car you just expect me to steal her card to spend it without her permission? I said to wait till i change into my pyjamas, i change my shirt and return to my room for some pyjama pants, and there she is again demanding me to grab the card. I say no, and she gets mad. She says and i quote "I have the page open for the payment already, just go grab it i only need to type in the numbers"?? this made me super upset i gave her some snarky comment and go to ask my mom for the card and she gets mad. WHICH IS FAIR. shes upset at my twin because my twin has spent money on her card for months without her knolwedge or permission, then my twin will yell at her when shes caught and ultimately play the victim despite the fact that she actively steals hundreds of dollars from my mom every month. I manage to calm my mom down, and make a deal that my sister wont spend anymore money on her card just let her pay for the tarrifs because it was me and my twins birthday gift... my mom leaves and my sister calls her crazy unreasonable and controlive. and i got mad. but i gently suggested that we should consider how she feels because shes spent so much money today and she probably dosent like knowing she has to pay a 40 dollar tarriff on a package that was ordered against her will. and my twin was now fuming despite the fact that her and my sister were in my room without my permission and were now using my tv. to appease them i let them use my tv, i made some playful comments about the show because my little sister was making a take and she had some flawed knowledge, i corrected her and got hit, like hard. I told her "that was to far, and seriously dont do that again." and she got so mad at me and told me to stop tryna act like a parent and that it wasnt a big deal. IT wouldve been funny if it was a playful hit but that was pure malice...

I love my mom so much, and my sisters being so blatantly rude and dismissive really hurts me. it also makes me upset because these guys are always preaching being kind and understanding why people do certain things, but apparently these ideas only apply to them. I know this isnt really a big deal but today I was just so frusterated, my sisters are typically much more rude to me but seeing them be so mean to my mother then have the audacity to sit there and think theyre justified in the matter makes me so mad.

sorry if the grammar is horrible i have a pounding headache and i just wanna dump this somewhere before i go to sleep

So I'm 15, my brother is 13. He's a major asshole. His first problem is that he never listens, I tell him something and he'd insult me but not listen even if it's genuinely good advice or I told him caring about him. I know at my age I haven't lived the world yet, but I can help him with some things. The second thing is that he always argues, he acts like all he does is not his fault. He doesn't study, not his fault. He does something stupid or harmful, not his fault. and when he gets scolded he doesn't give a fuck. Today he literally gave us all a heart attack, basically he gets out of school at 2 pm, he should've been home max at 2:20, instead while we were trying to find him everywhere on the road from school to home, contacting his classmates and friends, apparently he was bringing his friend home (who literally lives on the complete other side of the town) and he arrived home at 3 pm. Apparently his bike broke (not broke but the chain wasn't working) and he didn't bother trying to contact anyone. And now after getting a big ass scolding from my mom and literally her saying she was so fucking worried, he just kept rolling his eyes and not caring. He didn't accept on taking his phone to school just in case, so now he cannot even accompany his friends. And now this evening I'll have to hear him getting scolded and him not giving a fuck again.

I don't wanna hear any shit saying "oh but he's still growing, he's a teen." well I'm a teen too, all my friends are teens too, and none of us ever did this shit. How can someone be so selfish and such a dickhead? I always say this, he's been raised as the main character and way too cared for. I just don't get it, I wasn't this shitty at 13.

So, I think some of read my vent in https://iiwiars.com/school/i-m-a-failure-long-version

And I showed it to my mom. She said it was nonsense of me to keep dragging this now because it already finished 2 days ago. She told me that the family still loves me, and no other family can ever love me the same way. What if she's lying? She said in life you shouldn't feel miserable and still allow yourself to change. I told her I can't change, and that I wish I could be faster because I'm slow compared to many others, but Moomy told me that it doesn't matter and I will still change and be good. What if she's lying? She also said that she can be my friend because she's my mom and so far she's been understanding. What if she's lying? She says that we all have a good time until I remember that we had a horrible argument/misunderstanding the night before, which she said she didn't forget, but she didn't wanna let it define her. What if she's lying? I'm hurt by the argument that day, and I feel like I was turned into a clown-like caricature, a "child creating her own problems to seek attention from others".

Surely I'm Belle Gibson, the Instagram lady who almost convinced the world she had cancer and they believed her genuinely (you should read the website above to know what I mean). My mom said that I shouldn't vent anymore and I should delete the thing, the big paragraphs I showed her, because it's not true. I told her that's not the point of a vent, and she said vents are apparently some stuff "people shove their ass in". Fuck her so much. I told her whenever I get angry, I wanna murder people, like, literally, and she called me a psycho. I told her I should've never said that and kept it in, but for some reason, bloody whore tells me to tell her EVERYTHING because she won't leave me behind! Bitch, you're lying, I know you are! Shut the fuck up, Moomy! Should I even call her that? It sounds wrong. Imagine having your mother as a friend, it'd be humiliating if any of my classmates saw me walk with my mom and brother in malls and not my friends, because I lack them. She told me I was good enough for now and I can improve, but not by "being miserable" because "I'm digging a deep hole I can't get out of".

I know she's been in many hardships, her parents divorced, financial issues, she couldn't have her dream job of being a doctor (she's an engineer now), yet she's never vented, because she's always been positive? That's some anime BS where the main guy says that! BS! I'm not digging a hole, am I? I'm telling the truth. Cynicism and hopelessness works because I'm not chasing fake happiness, I'm seeking the real truth. Again, it's embarrassing I'm having a "friendship" with my Moomy and not another person from class! Who even does that now? I don't even know anyone online! She's lying!

I find it interesting how some parents like to throw the word selfish around when their child does not want to comply with something. Due to the recent conflict with my mom, I've decided on my own that from this point on, I don't really want to talk to her anymore. Stepdad tried to tell me to go talk with my mom because "you gotta have a normal relationship with your mom", but for more than a decade, I don't remember the environment at home being entirely "normal". Maybe at this point I'm being really petty, I don't know anymore. I know, however, that my decision isn't coming out of nowhere.

Everytime there was conflict between me and them, after a few minutes, I'd hear them talking like nothing happened, while I'd be in my room frustrated and stewing. If the conflict was between me and stepdad, my mom would "talk" with me about how "I should be more gentle with him" or "if something happens to him, we're screwed". She never actually asked me what I felt about the conflicts. When she's the one I have a conflict with, I'm expected to be cool and to just get over it. Stepdad has this philosophy, by the way, where he goes "it's no use sulking, it's a waste of time". I feel that would apply only if there's an actual conversation about it and if every party involved recognizes their faults. I have almost never heard an apology coming from either stepdad or my mom except one time each, when I was younger.

One when I was little where my mom slapped me because I got an answer wrong with a math problem (which was actually the second or third time she did that). I think the only reason she didn't do that again was because I was having a walk with my mom and we started talking to these grown men who were drinking a beer or something ? And at some point, I told them that my mom beat me because I was getting the answers wrong in a math problem.

I don't remember what stepdad was apologizing to me about, but I do remember saying "you better be sorry" to him. That was a few years ago, I think. Like, 3-4 years ago ? By that point, I already didn't like him all that much because he kept making jokes at my expense like calling me a "maid" or he would sometimes tell me how "daughters in other families would sometimes massage their fathers feet" or "daughters in other families call their dads "father".

I also clearly remember how, when I was little, he was checking out other women passing by in the streets when he was picking my mom up from work, and I would always tell him "hey, you already have a wife". In response to that, he was just like "awww, she's protecting her mom". It was a subject of jokes recently (a few weeks before the conflict with my mom), when we were invited in my stepsister's house. Even she was laughing along about that, and my mom did too.

Anyway, I digress. The point is, stepdad just told me how he didn't appreciate how I didn't approach my mom, that it's disgustingly selfish and that, with everything she did for me recently, I should go thank her and offer her some emotional support because she was sad that her mom, my grandma, died. The way I saw it was, she didn't come to me once to apologize (because I should be the first one to apologize according to her), she expects me to be cool with everything after she gives me food, even though there was no actual conversation and I should just suck it up basically and pretend there's no problem. I do not want to pretend everything's fine, which is why I behave this way. This is not the first time they acted like nothing happened, and I'm tired of it. So in response to saying all that to him, I clearly told him that with this conflict that happened, I don't want to talk to her anymore, and her expecting me to apologize first is hypocritical in my opinion. Please tell me what you think, because maybe there's a part of me that did something wrong when I acted out of self preservation

so i heard this morning from my mom about my dad refused to pay the bills, seriously, and were all counting on him to do it, my mom is planning kick him out, and im worried about her snitching to untrustworthy people where it could backfire, or what if my dad refusing to get out or wants to take kids along, or how will the bills be paid without him, or what happens next, strongly considering suicide as i dont think i have the balls to continue, either way this will be the end of life as i know it already

I'm 15 and I'm feeling suicidal, the only reason I don't do it is because the few friends I have would be left traumatized and I don't want them to feel like shit because of me.

I hate my life, it's not bad per se, we're not poor but there's always something making me feel worse.

My dad gets angry at me for the littlest things and he's never helpful, he can't help in homework, doesn't do anything around the house other than cook. He gets angry like hell even only if I Huff around him that he'd say he'll slap me (he never did but it's still scary), my mom helps but she's overwhelmed, she's got work and me and my brother and then my dad because he cannot even do something that takes too much effort. I'm basically refraining myself from sharing opinions, saying what I really like or think or show anger when I get angry around him because anything could become a reason for me to get him angry.

He doesn't even fake to appreciate me, I get a good grade, well I was supposed to, there's no reason for me to even get a compliment, I get a bad grade and he shoves it in my face like it's fun that I did bad.

He's probably racist and homophobic, Ill never ever tell him my sexuality, and he keeps joking about me not being able to get a boyfriend otherwise he'll beat him up.

I cannot dress how I want, I'm not talking about miniskirts partying all night, I'm talking about not being able to wear simple alt clothing because he doesn't like it (he gets angry because of a choker, that doesn't even have weird shapes on it like satanist or something like that, it's just a heart in the middle).

I don't know what to do, I don't wanna keep going all this, all this shit just makes me worse and it feeds other insecurities I have and I don't know if there's a way to fix this. I don't want to ask them about getting a professional I can talk to because that way then I'd have to explain to them why I need it.

Damn, commiting really sounds good right now that it scares the shit out of me. I am really tired of always being everyone’s punching bags. I’m just a kid too. Someone who longs for a complete and happy family. I’m just 14 years old but I already wanna end my life. Why do I have to carry it all? What about me? Just because I don’t show my emotions doesn’t mean I’m strong. Everyone thinks that I am okay, but I am not. I’m so fucking tired. My Mom can’t have a dead daughter. I still wanna see My Mom and my baby brother. But my mind is killing me. I hope I can speak my thoughts without feeling like a burden or people will judge me for who I am. I always tell people to be strong and to live happily, but I can’t even do that. When people do me wrong, I always say maybe they’re going through something. But when I am going through something, I never treat people wrong like that haha. It genuinely hurts that I am even thinking of doing it. ’Cause what do you mean a young girl like me already wants to end it? I am still trying but I don’t know how long. I don’t want people thinking that they weren’t there for me, especially my Mom. I’m not living for myself anymore, because if I was living for myself? I would have been dead by now. I wanna scream. I wanna cry. I just hope one day I will be okay. My mind is screaming negative thoughts and I don’t know how long I can hold on. I’m very much tired, I wish for this pain to end.

So, my 37 year old daughter left her husband and my grandchildren last year for a freaking convict! Now, I am all about 2nd chances but he's a loser with a capital l! She was screwing him before she left and now the 2 older grandkids are here with me and my ex, and she spends all her time up north with the prick! Whom I found out treats her like shit! I did not raise her alone to be like this! She thinks she did a good thing by leaving her husband and she's right. He was a dick, just realized it too late. Now my youngest granddaughter is with her dad because my loser daughter doesn't have fucking time for any of her kids! She actually told my oldest granddaughter she was "on her own and she couldn't be bothered by anything in her life" , what a fucking bitch! I fucking hate her and want to disown her, is there anyway legally I can do that? I'm about to freak the fuck out on her, I just haven't yet because my granddaughters asked me not to. But my health is also on the line, already had 1 heart surgery. What do I do?

I feel like my life is a huge joke. I feel like I’m the punching bag in a fight club.

When I was around 12, my grandparents had both passed away and I was moved states away. I loved my grandparents, and they raised me. My dad was not in my life at any point, and my mom was barely present.

My mom had a long distance girlfriend at the time, and both her and the girlfriend pressured me until I finally agreed to the move. I’ll call the girlfriend Jane. Jane constantly told me ways my life would be better, and later escalated to how much happier my mom would be if I agreed to move. It was very manipulative.

Once we moved to another state, about 9 hours away from all of my family, things became unbearable. Jane was emotionally abusive. She was a full blown narcissist. She made my mom financially dependent on her. I was cursed at for hours on end daily. Jane would call me derogatory names constantly. If I simply forgot to unload the dishwasher, I was screamed at. Nothing I did was ever good enough. For the first year I would go out to my mom’s car and sob. My mom would come check on me, and I would beg her to take me back home. She never did.

After years of abuse, I tried multiple times to kill myself. I finally told Jane and my mom that how they treated me made me miserable. Jane’s response was to threaten to call the police and have me arrested for insubordination. I was 16 at the time, and had no idea if that was something she could do. Instead of getting help and therapy that I begged for, I was punished. I wasn’t even allowed to shave my legs, which was horrifying because I played sports year round and it was volleyball season. There is so much to share about my life with Jane, but I’ll move on.

At 17 I graduated and started college. I made sure to get housing on campus so I could get away from my mom and Jane. During the semester, I enlisted in the army. During my time in the military, I went no contact with my mom and Jane. I did everything to ensure I never had to go home. If I wasn’t staying in barracks, I would stay in my car or at a boyfriend’s house.

Years later I went back to school, and stayed with my boyfriend’s family. When we broke up, I had no choice but to go home. Jane was dying with cancer. I moved back in October, and by December she died. She was absolutely horrible even dying. She tried to be abusive, but with me being older and able to evade her it wasn’t successful. My mom told me in private many times that she couldn’t wait for Jane to die. It’s now been years since Jane died. I’m no contact with my mom again.

My relationships, intimate or friend, have also been horrible. My very first serious boyfriend raped me and SA’d me. I stayed with him for 2 years, because I thought that was how relationships were. Jane constantly told me how I should make sure I keep him because I’ll never deserve or get anything better. I was 16 and believed her.

My next long relationship was 4 years and was the boyfriend I lived with. He cheated religiously. Everytime I tried to leave he would sob and lay down behind my car. If I would get upset and not want to hear his excuses, he would hold me down and scream in my face. He treated me terribly.

After I went home and Jane died, I dated off and on. I had better short term relationships, and most ended because we didn’t meld all the way. They were all mutual and civil breakups, but nothing lasting more than a couple months at most.

My current relationship has been for the last 3+ years. We just celebrated our one year wedding anniversary a couple days ago.

In August, I cut off my best friend. I’m going to call her Alice. Alice was my first friend when I moved here. She was my maid of honor when I got married. Our friendship had never really been the best. She constantly threw me under the bus and talked bad of me behind my back. She would use me as a scapegoat to her parents, and honestly I didn’t care because it wasn’t like my life could get any worse with mine at the time. Once we got older tho, she would talk about me to my boyfriends. When I asked her to stop, she would claim to have every right to talk about whoever she wanted to whoever she wanted to. She could be pretty nasty. Most of the time they were lies or just complete misunderstandings that she turned into huge ordeals. All of this improved over the last couple of years, and I thought we were past it. I thought she had matured. In August, we had a skirmish. I had been self isolating, and she was furious with me. She was angry that I hadn’t been talking to her. I explained that I hadn’t talked to anyone, and I was apologetic that she got included. I did try to explain that talking to her was difficult. She would constantly leave me on read, or respond with one word replies. She never acted as if she cared, and I was always a burden to her. I would have understood if I was this Debbie downer, but I wasn’t. The burden I put on her, was asking to spend time together. Before I started isolating, I tried with all of my friends to reach out and establish some sort of talking. Most didn’t reply at all to my, “hey how are you?” Alice responded, but she blew up on me. She told me she loved me but she just couldn’t hang out or give me any semblance of communication because she was so exhausted. I told her that the only reason I was texting was to actually see how she was. I knew she had been stressed with her job, and I wanted to check on her. Which was the truth. After that conversation, I stopped reaching out. I stopped trying. I adopted a “let them” policy. Months later in August she blew up on me for it. When I tried to explain how I had been doing with my own mental health, she stopped replying. She told me that she couldn’t be there for me and that she was too upset. For context, I was feeling pretty worthless and unwanted. Nothing incredibly heavy, and it was the first time I’d talked to her about my mental state in almost a year. After her reaction, I told her I didn’t really want to talk to her for a while. I wanted some boundary to feel safe and respected. Within a couple of days, multiple mutual friends blocked me. I learned from one that Alice had shared a completely made up lie. She had painted me to anyone who would listen that I was an absolute villain in a completely made up story. I shared with the same friend evidence of what actually happened. They confirmed that she was telling a horrible alternate version to make herself a victim. After that I was done. I cut her off and haven’t spoken with her since.

About a month later, I was finally getting over and accepting that I had no family or friends. I had my husband and his family. I was feeling terribly alone. That same September, I found out that my husband had been cheated on me since the beginning. He had multiple affairs. He had online relationships with countless women.

So yea. That’s the shortest way to get my story out. I feel like every single person I’ve let into my life has hurt me. I feel devastated. I don’t want to be alone, but no person who was supposed to love me actually loved me and didn’t hurt me. When I think about all of the hurt I’ve had in my life, I can’t help but wonder what past sins I committed that would warrant such pain in this life.

I live in a broken family

My family was not like this, even if we weren’t perfect we all still loved each other and was somewhat okay. A few months ago my father had an issue with his job and left it, thus financial problems started. My sibling who is abroad does their best to support us. Our relatives from both paternal and maternal side cut contact with us and started talking behind our backs because we do not have the financial stability anymore, not even our grandparents talk to us or ask about us, even though we have never asked for money from them and never would have asked for it. But nobody even calls or texts us, instead they sometimes come over to spite us and leave us out of important familial information. This obviously broke my siblings and my heart but my parents are devastated because of this.

Gradually my parents started fighting more too, always creating this gloomy atmosphere at my house. My parents started blaming themselves at first for not being able to do the same for me as they did for my elder sibling then they started to blame me for not being a good enough student even though I’m working 24/7 to maintain a scholarship and earn money. Then my dad had to cheat. Well some might say it was not direct cheating but we caught him on a video call with another lady and saw their texts. My younger sibling hates his gut now, we had to adjust, cause what can we do, what else can be done. My parents aren’t in love anymore, not like before, I’m pretty sure if we did not exist they would divorce, at least that is what they tell me all the time.

90% of the time I feel dissociated, I don’t know if I’m supposed to thank “god” for keeping me alive or hate god for making us go through this. I hate living here now, everyone is always fighting, everyone is always depressed, it feels like even staying at my stupid university will be better than staying here.

I just want everything to end.

Hi? To be honest I am not doing well but people around me thinks I am haha. It’s just hard to express what I feel when all my life I feel like my feelings were always invalidated or I feel like I am being a burden. My family is really going through it all right now and it fucking hurts. I just gradually escaped my academic pressure and self validation but this is whats happening like another problem gosh. I thought after all the hell I been through with me and my self validation like I thought I would get better but no. Having a physically absent father and physically absent mother who is emotionally unstable is not for the weak. I still talk to my Mom but she doesn’t know that it pains me a lot knowing that they’re all in a different family now haha. Like what about me? But I understand, I always understand haha. I have been through hell since I was a kid, like my asthma condition was so worst that I almost died. It really pains me because I took care of myself growing up, always pleasing everyone to get the validation I needed, to feel loved. I just wanted to feel loved by my parents that’s all haha. I raised myself, I was a middle child but I was the one who raised us. Why you asking? Because I was always the one who knows about our family problems, always needing to be the mature one. Like can’t I be a kid and run free? Haha. I was pushed into something I didn’t want bruh, I just wanna be a kid too. All the favoritism is crazy. I am still living but a part of me already died. Seeing people commit suicide especially the influencer I love because she’s literally the reason why I loved my tanned skin, it literally triggered something in me. And it hurts, ’cause I am always so close of doing it just for the pain to end. It really hurts y’all but I don’t wanna be selfish but all I needed was my parents, I didn’t wanna be like this.

“Can I tell you a secret? Well… it’s not really a secret anymore, since you know it, but nonetheless… I need to share something that has weighed on me for as long as I can remember.”

I was a victim of cocsa like when I was young maybe 4-5 my cousins and me were in a big gallon like a big one where you store water in them my mom got me from my dad (they were separated since I was born ) then leaves me on my cousin's house they set up for that big gallon for us to like take a bath and play it was big and deep like I could hide inside it and need assistance getting out we played right and then my girl cousin said to position his younger brother ( my boy cousin) at my back and I thought it was a game so I didn't question and just did it anyway and he started pulling his pants down and rubbing his thing in my thighs I told them to stop and my girl cousin said that he won't stop until he realises after that I've became hypersexual,then when I was seven me and my grandparents were in Mindanao and there's this boy who's older than me (I was 6 and a half and he was like 12-14 ) idk he then kissed me and touched me between my thighs until it reaches my private parts and stuff I didn't fight cause I thought it was normal and stuff and he told me not to say it to anyone that same boy had a brother he then asked his brother if he can pull out his Weiner and like go at my back while I was drawing when I turned around I was traumatized and I told my grandparents and they told me that it was fine cause he was young and so... After that I went to my cousin's home cause my mom didn't want me in hers anymore and said we needed space and stuff and they would touch me when I was asleep I would wake up with a hand on my ass or my breasts (that's why I go to sleep with my bra on) they would grope me make me sexualizes things and so telle it was all a game and so (the same cousins in the first part) then this happened the two of them fought and me and my boy cousin were sharing a bed then I woke up with pain in my ass and I realised he slid a finger in he then touched my private parts and proceeded to touch my chest but I holded a pillow tight so he couldn't ( I was pretending to be asleep and jolted or move so he would take the finger out) then they still grope me him and her sister she would hold my ass or my boob or my private parts when I was a sleep same with his brother which is my mothers favourite ( my mother wished that it was him that was her child and constantly compares him with me not only her also my stepdad he took him out for movie in his birthday I didn't even know or cared honestly what made me cared when they said " noticed how your step dad and your sister went into movie after that we also took your cousin ( the boy for the movie) and we didn't took you we actuallyade some excuse we were buying a washing machine ) I wanted to scream and tell them what they did to me that time or the fact that my grandfather (mother side) masturbated at my back was normal ..................... I told them at first I thought they were really concerned cause of their reaction they told me if I wanted to report it but my mother said that it would hurt her ( though she physically, mentally, emotionally, psychologically abused me) cause it's her sisters son then after a week or two they treat him like nothing ever happened,and even invites him to sleep there I CANT SLEEP PROPERLY I HAVE INSOMNIA SCARED THAT SOMEONE WILL TOUCH ME WHEN IM UNCONSCIOUS I WAS SCARED THAT WHAT IF HE'D ALREADY TOOK MY VIRGINITY AND I DIDN'T KNOW I FELT DIRTY I FELT UNWORTHY I FELT LIKE SOMEONE CRUSHED ME and they ask me why Im not close with them? They ask me why I don't trust them

It took place yesterday, so I since calmed down. This is what I wrote yesterday in the comments of my story so that I could update y'all on this situation. I wish there was an update feature so that we can update the stories directly ^^'

I did my best to tell the story as accurately as I could, despite how emotional I was. If it ends up not making sense, I'm sorry.

Thank you to the people who took the time to read the first part of my story. I was already trying to heal myself on my own from my issues since I was young, but the comments I got made me realize that my comfort matters too. I have a habit of letting things stay as is because I don't want to bother anyone with my needs in fear of being selfish or conceited, but I know this is harmful to me. Thank you guys for helping me take a step to regaining my space.

It's daytime and today, my mom somehow decided to stay in my room to eat her breakfast while I was chilling in my room on my computer, which made me a bit uncomfortable. My stepdad tried to propose her to go back in her room since he's not using it anymore, but she refused, and that was it. Even if she was done with her breakfast, she stayed. I tried to endure it, but the discomfort kept being there, so I eventually tried to tell her get out of my room politely and calmly a few times. She kept refusing. It came to a point where she told me she was going to get mad if I continued to ask her. We ended up getting into an argument, with her calling me selfish and blowing up at me and me crying and blowing up at her as a result to me not feeling heard. I tried explaining to her that it's been since my teenage years that I let her use my room with me to sleep and that I just want the room for myself, at least for the day. I even pleaded and everything. I now know it's not the best way to try to communicate my feelings, but in the moment, that was the best way I had to try to get my point across, but she didn't take it well. She took it as me kicking her out of my room, and because she's paying for the roof, she won't get out.

With the commotion, my stepdad checked out what was going on, and with me screaming, I tried to explain to him what was going on. I didn't think I'd hear him say it, but he said that he understood where I was coming from and that I really just wanted privacy. (I'm surprised because I heard him saying, while he was on the phone with one of his brothers, that he hugged one of his relatives on purpose because they were uncomfortable with his presence). However, my mom kept calling me selfish for it. I screamed back at her as a response, again, because I didn't feel heard. She told me that she would get out if I apologized to her for telling her to get out of my room, and I retorted that she should apologize for calling me selfish. My stepdad tried to reason with me, saying that she surely understands, that she didn't call me selfish in bad faith, that she's going to get out, but to me, that wasn't the case. The only reason that she got out was because I mentioned how she was using my deodorant. I was trying to prove that this is not the only instance of her calling me selfish because of me trying to calmy tell her to not do something. The arguing kept going to the point that my stepdad had to get out. To do something else or to get out of the conflict, I don't know, but with the screaming matches that I was having with my mom, I understood.

We kept arguing a bit more, and I eventually tried to tell her again to please get out of my room. In her own words, she wouldn't, because she doesn't take orders from me. And she didn't. For at least 10 or 20 minutes, I was on my bed crying with my mom sitting next to me. In that period of time, I texted my stepdad "I told you, she wouldn't listen, she didn't get out". He eventually came in, saying that he won't go back to his words and that he would be sleeping on the couch and that my mom would sleep in her room. My mom tried to interrupt him by the way, but he kept talking and didn't let her get a word in while he was saying that.

Now she's out of my room, but yeah. To summerize, I now have my room to myself, but in the process, my mom yelled at me, and I said some hurtful things too because I was frustrated I didn't feel heard by her. With how emotional I got (still am), maybe I am part of the problem in this household.

I am conflicted what to do how to do it, so im not enjoying inside my family and feel like i dont belong, im strongly considering leaving them behind but idk if its worth it with the implications that come, i think i got trauma off them but i dont think its so much of a excuse, yet when i respectfully tried to talk about it i get shutdown, not sure if cutting them out is selfish or im rightful to it, ur guys thoughts please