Life Stories and Everyday Drama - page 2

I need advice, and I’m going to explain this as clearly and honestly as I can.

Over a year ago, I was sexually assaulted and coerced and pressured into sex by my boyfriend’s best friend. I was terrified. I felt ashamed, scared I wouldn’t be believed, and scared of what would happen if I told the full truth at the time he was my landlords son. When my boyfriend confronted me about it after the best friends mom said me and him hooked up, I panicked and initially denied it. I was scared of losing everything. Later, I told him the truth — that it wasn’t cheating, that I was assaulted — but by then the damage was already done in his mind.

Part of why I was so afraid to speak up was the living situation I was in at the time. I was in an environment where I didn’t feel fully safe or secure, and I genuinely believed that if I caused “drama” or accused someone, it would blow everything up. I had already experienced moments where, when I tried to say I was uncomfortable or being treated poorly, it got brushed off. There were multiple situations that made me feel unsafe. He had harassed me for a week and a half asking for pictures and videos of me personally. And kept texting me and pushing for me to do things with him until I finally even because I didn't think I could say no. But before the harassment started, we were watching a show. This is the first time he was being friendly with me. He was always hostile towards me and I'd fallen asleep and I remember waking up to him touching me and I remember hearing and making noises and I didn't know what to do or how to say what happened and I froze because that's his best friend and my landlord's son and I didn't know what to do because of the many situations I was in. I didn't think I could speak up because I didn't know if anyone would actually believe me.

One of them was when his best friend threw a glass bottle next to my head. It exploded in my face and glass shards hit me and covered my bed. My boyfriend was sitting right in front of me when it happened. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t react. His best friend didn’t apologize. He just started cleaning up the glass like nothing happened — while I was sitting there in shock after being hit in the face with shattered glass. Moments like that taught me that speaking up didn’t change anything. It made me feel small and unprotected.

I felt like if I said no too strongly, or accused him outright, I wouldn’t be believed. I felt like I could be blamed. I was scared of retaliation. I was scared of losing where I was staying. Anytime something happened that the best friend didn't like the next day I was getting threatened to get kicked out and at the time I had nowhere else to go. I couldn't afford a place and I wasn't in contact with my family at all so I felt like I couldn't do anything I was scared of being painted as the problem. So I froze. And freezing is not the same as consenting — but fear doesn’t always look loud.

Recently, everything exploded. He said I crossed boundaries by texting him repeatedly after he said he didn’t want to talk, and by reaching out to his manager who I thought was a friend of mine when I was panicking after being ignored for three days. He told me we were completely done. He blocked me on everything. He said what hurt him most was that I didn’t tell the truth immediately when he first confronted me.

At the same time, he says he still loves me but can’t be with me. He told someone else that blocking me would “help me,” and that the way I am now would only “ruin” me. He believes I cheated. I did not. I was raped. Another girl was too. He believes her, but he doesn’t believe me.

Now I’m left feeling abandoned, confused, and questioning everything. We were together for six years. Six years of history, memories, and building a life. And it ended with me being blocked and shut out without a real conversation.

To make everything harder, I recently found out I’m pregnant. I’m waiting on blood work to confirm, but tests have come back positive. He doesn’t know. He has me blocked and has made it clear he doesn’t plan on unblocking me.

I’m not posting this to attack anyone. I’m posting because I genuinely don’t know what to do next. I don’t know how to process losing someone I loved while also carrying the weight of being assaulted and not believed. I don’t know how to move forward with the pregnancy situation if it’s confirmed. I don’t know how to heal from being told I crossed boundaries when I was spiraling and hurting.

If anyone has been through something similar — being assaulted and not believed, losing a long-term relationship this way, or navigating a pregnancy in the middle of emotional chaos — I would really appreciate advice.

Please be kind. I’m trying to hold myself together. I can't really go and hang out with friends and plan things because all of my friends are my ex's and they've all cut me off and blocked me because of the situation I plan on finally reporting what happened but I don't know how to because there's no evidence of what happened. The best one was actually pretty smart and would only text me on Snapchat or disappearing messages on Instagram and I just need advice on how to deal with everything and what to do to move on and figure this out

so lately ive been overly stressed and apparently ive lost 14 pounds because of it. for reference, im around the age of 13-17, and i'm around 5'9 (in ft.). my original weight was 153 and ive dropped down to 139. this is mostly just to not eating and stuff, it worries me but i still feel as i need to lose more weight. although, ive already experienced negatives, like always being tired even when ive gotten hours of sleep, getting dizzy when standing or stretching, and ive passed out twice in the past due to this issue. is there anyone that has any tips for me to either lose weight healthily, or just see myself in a better light?

I've just started using this app, so I'm still figuring it out, and I'm sorry if my English isn't that good, it's not my first language.

I don't know who to tell or how to handle it, but lately I've been really stressed and I feel weird. My chest aches all day and doesn't seem to stop. I think part of it is because of school. I live in Switzerland and attend the so-called "Gymnasium." It's a pretty hard and challenging school. Lately, I've been feeling scared. I'm currently on holiday, but I start shaking and feel like I'm suffocating when I just think about going back. I haven't had the best experiences, a few weeks ago, my teacher humiliated me in front of the whole class. We had to do a group presentation and used ChatGPT because we didn't have enough time. He started calling me stupid and incapable of finishing school, and he continued to mock me. It was embarrassing, and he refused to let me sit back down; he kept me in the front of the class as he went on calling me stupid, saying I don't even understand shit about what's going on. And one thing you all must know: I'm a huge crybaby and really sensitive, so I had to sit in class for 40 minutes trying not to cry. Something like that happened again, I just get screamed at and humiliated even though I try my best. I feel scared to go back and make mistakes. Another reason is the huge amount of exams. I feel like my parents paid so much, so I can't disappoint them. It's all gotten so much that I feel too scared to study, go to school, or write exams. I also came across the thought that if I just killed myself, it would all be gone and everything would be better. This thought didn't cross my mind for the first time, I always struggle with it, but recently it's been getting more frequent, and I'm really damn scared of it. The feeling of not being good enough, the thoughts, the stress, they make me exhausted. I only sleep, barely eat, and I've started losing a lot of hair, like chunks come out as soon as I brush it once. I don't know what to do or how to make it stop; it just hurts so, so much. And even though my issues might seem like minor issues to you, I'm really struggling, especially since I can't talk to anyone. When I feel overwhelmed and cry, my parents scream at me, no hug, nothing, and threaten to take me out of school, saying I'm mentally unstable (as an insult) and that no one would want me like this. It hurts. I can't go to my mom or my friends when I need support. So if you guys have any tips on how I can handle all this, it would be nice if you could tell me.

I think my sister is narcissistic?

I won't go into to much detail, because the past isn't relavent, but just to quickly summarize our current drama there has been tension between us for months because she wanted to watch a video, I told her no, she got angry at me, then she's made it her life mission to make me is miserable as possible. She shit talked me to all of my friends, told my commissioner to block me, refused to let me get into contact with people who commissioned me (logged me out of my account that I communicate to my customers on, then refused to let me have it back because 'she needed it more'), stole my package because it was "basically hers" cause I owed her a few dollars, She deleted multiple of my projects, she's been logging into my accounts and watching my activity on all of them, and she has been lingering in my room to see if I put anything new into it (she said this herself), and on top of that her lovely gaslighting! She keeps bringing up past events, hating on my friends to justify her honestly torment at this point towards me (things that I did when I was 15, I am currently 19) and it is making me miserable.

I have not been interacting with her because of the way she's been treating me, she finds this frustrating and takes every opportunity that I walk by her to comment on my physical apperance, my personality and my "lack of friends". I chose not to respond. This week, I thought things may have gotten better so I tried to approach her asking a geniune question. It was about tomodachi life, simple conversation, just asking how the game is because she had early access to it, she told be she was unable to run it on her computer, I told her I ordered a physical copy. She immediately accused me of lying, then when I clarfied she started asking me to share it with her, I told her id think about it, this seemed to irritate her even more, she then asked about a previous drama (for short context: she added me into a groupchat with people I was unfaimilar with where they were actively sending explicit photos, they were all alot older then me and they were making some.. interesting.. jokes, I started responding to some of the messages telling them to have some shame, yes it was petty, but there was no reason for her to add me into it) she claimed that me responding to her friends was harassment, and she told me that I should take accountability for it. I honestly, didnt care, I think revealing someone to nude pictures without their knowledge is far worse then a light hearted, almost playful, "have some shame". So I, yes im petty, ignored her, walked downstairs.

She follows me downstairs, screaming at me and calling me slurs, saying that im a harasser for sending messages in the groupchat and blaming me for giving her a panic attack when she saw me message in the groupchat. I told her to leave me alone, and stop harassing me, it was mocking, I kept repeating it over and over again to use her own logic against her, so shed leave me alone. I was being cocky, but I wasnt getting mad or verbally aggressive with her, she starts screaming that I never listen to her, I tell her that ive heard it 1000 times and im tired of her lies. she proudly declares she deleted my projects, I tell I already started a new one, So i dont care, she says good. She then goes on this whole tangent about how nobody in my family loves me, how im worthless and once my family sees through my "lies" they wont love me anymore, she says im insecure, lonely and manipulative, she says this is the reason why I dont have any friends. She goes on to call me the devils reincarnate, says that I had a master plan to make all her friends stop liking her (they stopped liking her because she sabatoged their reputations with blatant and lies, called them slurs, horrible names, blocked them everywhere, started a whole smear campaign against them i swear then expected them to come back to her. they disliked her for a reason.) She just said alot of awful things about me but I wasnt letting it get to me, I pointed out that she physically hurt me during an altercation, where she involved my mother, who looked at all the evidence and realized that my sister was lying once again, when my sister got caught, she pulled out her phone, recorded me, screamed and berated me, then threw a very thick dog treat that ended up hitting my head. I told her that somehow she finds this acceptable, but me messagign in the groupchat was a crime, she tried to go back to the groupchat, I told her I dont care, and I dont have anything to be sorry for, it was petty and stupid yes, but its not nearly as intense as anything shes done (PETTY I KNOW!). She cant win the argument because im tryna act like nothings getting under my skin, she screams that Im a worhtless loser as shes going up, I respond more mad this time, I say that she is the jobless one with no education so who is the real loser, she then screams "atleast im not ugly!" i asked her to repeat herself she calls me a "chud" and runs upstairs.

I told my mom word for word what happened, and my mum confronted my sister about it, and guess what my sister did. She told my mom that I lied and none of that happened, she told her that I started a conversation with her so (??) i couldnt hear her point, but she was denying everything, saying that I lied to gaslight and manipulate my mum into sympathizing and feeling sorry for me, then when my mom called her out on her lie, she screamed off the top of her lungs, got extremely aggressive, insulted me some more, then ran off.

Ive been spending time in the basement because im afraid of her temper and want to be left alone, ive been doing my homework and studying. She comes down, says that I am fat once again, says that I am hogging the tv (mind you, theyve been using the basement tv for three days in a row now), i tell her its not a crime to enjoy the new watching space she gets mad once again because ugh its alot of bickering, then she gets mad at me for rewatching invicinble, she calls me a "larp" (which means poser in the new age) and gets really mad that im watching invincible its so random, shes more mad about that then anything else, then she storms off.

What is her problem. Im also worried cause I was venting on my instagram account (THE NIGHT BEFORE) about how I felt lonely in the family cause everyone had their person but me, and then shes bringing up that im lonely unloved and nobody in the family cares about me. Do you think shes watching my instragram stories on my private account somehow? Im being really paranoid, sure, but shes been logging into all my stuff and that was like so ultra specific!

she even went through all my text messages with me and my mum! so i'm terrified to know how much control she has over my stuff-- I changed the passwords for now but I still feel paranoid as hell! I can't believe I trusted her with so much of my sensitive information. Its not the first time we got into a small argument which she escalates and tries to do anything in her power to hurt me! she's literally used her long nails to dig very aggressively into my arms when I told her that mum told her to take out the trash once, its not unlike her to get aggressive with me but it gets annoying when she cried harassment over a discord message but she physically hurts me, stalks me and is just creepy! She even admitted to me not even a week ago about how she dosen't actually care about any of this stuff she's just annoyed with me and everyone! so like-- what do i even do! this isn't even emotional its for the love of them game!

Do I just ignore her again? Im honestly scared of her.

told my parents about one of my friends who im nervous about along with the rest of the people in our friend group. friend 2 and I are too skeptical to report the issue with friend 1 due to things we've shared with her, like s.h, assumably some deep feelings, etc. to make things worse, friend 1 has a debatably obsessive crush on me, and i feel guilty as i cannot feel the way back (due to being cupioromantic and asexual).

i have a friend who suddenly became really close with me. like, we're both to the point where we're both intensely codependent on the other. shes told me multiple times that im the only reason she's alive, she wants to help me, etc. but i can't just get myself to tell her anything. this whole thing has backfired because we argue so often and i end up apologizing like a little coward, but yesterday i finally broke and just yelled at her. cried, fought, got angry, the big schebang ykyk. i check her accounts on pinterest because vent accts are very popular nowadays, and the messages consist of "it was inevitable"/"I'm setting a [end it] date"/"you couldn't've stopped this." i dont know what to do because im scared of staying, i know she's manipulating me in some way, but i cant experience the same guilt i did when i was younger.

Can a therapist count as a life coach ? Maybe, I don't know. I figured it's a close thing, so I tagged it like this. Do tell me if I'm wrong though ^^'.

Anyway, I've been seeing a therapist for a few months now, and I don't know how to feel about them. I've been telling them my issues with my mom and stepdad and how they've treated me since childhood. Here's a list of some things that I mentioned in therapy without the heavier stuff :

- Criticism over my looks, behavior and scholarly achievements

- Yelling at me over the most minute thing ( ex : me wearing sweatpants in summer as a teenager )

- Wanting to act as if everything's fine after an argument

- The cycle of basically everything's fine for a period of time, but then they find something to be angry about whatever I'm doing

- My parents not listening to me and minimizing when I'm trying to bring up my concerns

- Things that involve my mom not really holding men that touched me innapropriately in the family accountable ( which includes my stepdad )

There are some things that I haven't told my therapist, and in all honesty, I think I already gave an idea of where my grievances lie. I'm not going to say what exactly happened, because I feel I can talk all day about those, and I don't want the post to be too heavy. Here's the thing though, I've told my parents in an admittedly harsh way that the moment I have enough money, I'm moving out, and I'm going to cut contact with them. I've also told that to my therapist, as well as me being angry and tired of the cycle that's been going on since I was a kid. There was a part of me that was a little vindictive towards my parents (still am a bit, but less as time goes on), but I ultimately want them to leave me alone. Where I don't know how to feel about that therapist is, I told them about all of this, and they consider me keeping my distance with my parents to be me acting like a teenager having a rebellious phase, and that me not talking much to my parents was actually hurting me (despite me having already brought up one of these points up above). That's because I always cry whenever I talk about how my parents' actions towards me affected me. I don't think me distancing myself from them is what's actually hurting me though, it's the memory of all the hurt I felt that's making me cry and their mere presence. Maybe I'm just in my feelings and I'm overthinking and even being a bit dramatic, but ever since I had my first appointment with that therapist, they reminded me of my parents in the sense of minimizing something that felt pretty chaotic to me for multiple years. They even asked me "apart from [insert grievances], what did they do ?", and it felt like they weren't taking the "less impactful" stuff seriously, all because they weren't as significant as me getting touched innaproprietely or something violent.

I am aware I have my shortcomings, so do tell me where they lay. I might bring my concern to my therapist next week (though I'm scared of what they might say). I hope you have a good day/night, and I'll see you soon <3

sooo i dont know how to say it it was first date of new year in out culture .........A female friend ( i only see her as a friend ) i told her if she hang out to knock or call me ... she said to go out with boyss... now i dont have much friend she knows it ..i dont have any good friend only friends in name only she knows it .. she still said itt ..thennn shee asked in afternoon where i am ..i said i am in my roomm .... she said why didint i tell u go out wiht the boys ( boys in our class ) i said they wont go out .. she said she is out with girls they called two of the boys contact them .. i said i wont contact them and ask if i can join them it feels weird after they said nooo .........i asked if i come ... i went straight to her she was with 4 girlss after a while i found some friend i went withh themmm (boys)) nexttt i see those girls were hanging out with 1 boy now htey dont have a rpbolem thath he is one boy among 4 girlss it only problem when itss mee ...........so i didnt go there they told me to go with others a while ago so i felt weird some of the guys i was hanging with wnet to them and said i was there so the girls group called . i went the boy asked why was i alone i said they told me to go waway and they called youu ... then i asked after my friend offer me a momo . i ate then asked if i should go or leave..........now she is mad whyy i said it lollll i didint argue but she always say not to come alone in groups of girls and when anyone else beside me only 1 boy they dont have aproblem amybe i am not in their frriend cirlceee

so, i've been pondering this question quite a bit lately: is college really better than high school? i mean, on paper, it sure sounds like it should be, right? we're talking more freedom, no one chasing you around for homework like some kind of school inspector, and the alleged opportunity to "find yourself." yet here i am, stuck in this never-ending loop of desolation and ennui, trying to untangle the mythical benefits of this so-called higher education. i feel like a ghost in the halls, surrounded by people yet impossibly alone. in high school, there wasn't this gaping void; at least the structure forced some semblance of interaction, like it or not. now? it's all tumbleweeds and solitude, with meandering thoughts like, "gee, was that all there was to it?"

you know how they say "college is the best time of your life"? well, i'm gonna have to call BS on that; perhaps it's the overly romanticized sitcom version they were referring to. the reality, for me, has been a swirling mess of self-doubt and social isolation. there's this massive chasm between expectation and reality when it comes to college life. i enrolled half-expecting to transform into some confident, self-assured version of myself, but the truth is, i'm still that awkward, socially-inept kid from high school, minus the safety net of familiar faces. plus, everyone here seems to have their own cliques and established groups, and i can't help but feel like a piece of jigsaw puzzle that's been thrown into the wrong box. i spend a good chunk of my day thinking, "am i the only one feeling this way?" the profs might be ace and the coursework fascinating, yet none of that offers solace when every social interaction feels like a herculean task.

in my experience, college's much-touted independence is a double-edged sword. sure, no one's monitoring my every move, but with that freedom comes an overwhelming sense of being adrift. navigating academics without guidance feels like trying to steer a boat without a rudder, especially when you don't have a crew to consult with. i ain't saying high school was a walk in the park; it definitely had its moments, what with the relentless drama and all the usual teenage angst. yet, at least there, the chaos was familiar, dependable in a weird way. maybe i'm romanticizing it too much, but high school had a simplicity that college seems to lack. are my expectations skewed, or is this just another case of the grass always being greener? either way, i've got one foot in a constant state of nostalgia while the other fumbles for a foothold in this daunting, adult landscape.

so, here's the thing, my brother and i have this classic sibling rivalry that honestly feels like it's straight out of every cliche sitcom ever. he's got this knack for tearing down whatever small accomplishments i manage to muster, and then somehow, he flips the whole scenario around like he's doing some circus trick. it's kinda like "hey, there buddy, i was just being tough on you to make you stronger"...when in fact, his words just sting, you know? 🤷‍♂️ i mean, we've all been there, trying to find that delicate balance between accepting sibling criticism as "constructive" and realizing it's just mean-spirited jabs dipped in sarcasm. sometimes i wonder if he's ever taken the time to be a bit more gentle with his words, especially knowing that i'm, well, still figuring things out.

let's paint a more clear picture; it's sunday brunch... our family tradition, right? the plan's always like, grab a plate and spill some tea. today, however, just as i'm reminiscing with my folks about how well my recent soccer game went, the guy leans back, smirking, and tosses in this zinger, "yeah, if only the other team had scored as much as your footprints on the field, maybe they'd have bought you lunch!" sure, maybe it sounds amusing, but there's always this underlying tone that transcends playful banter into the realm of something a bit harsher. ever hear the theory that siblings push buttons no one else knows exist? that's us in a nutshell, except he seems to have installed a new set of buttons altogether! why is it so difficult for him to understand the concept of cheerleading instead of constantly acting like a comedian at my expense?

still, amidst all this chaos, i've decided not just to endure but to try and redefine our dynamic. instead of falling into the pitfall of dramatics, i figured, why not spin his antics positively, kind of like killing him with kindness, as they say. maybe i could even subtly emulate the ancient stoic practice; you know, focusing on controlling my reaction to his remarks rather than expecting his behavior to change overnight. and, who knows? maybe one day, he'll realize that sometimes, the loudest applause for a sibling is a quiet word of support rather than a clever quip. ever feel like you’re in a one-way sibling telepathy session? 'cause i sure do, always hoping for that lightbulb moment. perhaps there's a book or a podcast out there? like "sibling diplomacy: a guide to cultivating camaraderie?" i'm game for suggestions if anyone's got them!..

So manifesting.. law of assumption.. ive really been getting into these things. So usually it’s always like money and etc people want to manifest into their lives. Ok now I know to the ‘average’ person this is going to sound ehhh to……. But you know it’s always ‘life is what you make it’, ‘the only limits you have are the ones you have on yourself’ so magic. I want that. I’m aware of witchcraft and some other spiritual knowledge but yk like magic, teleport, energy blasts (ok don’t really want that but I hope you get) so manifesting magical powers specifically, I feel when ever I search something that has to do with ‘supernatural’ I see stuff like reality shifting or humans of this world don’t have the ability. Firstly I want it in THIS reality, secondly isn’t that technically a limiting belief? And how would I start unlimiting myself. I mean tbh there might be a bunch of people that know this and have ‘unlocked’ their powers but are just hiding. I hope this reaches people that are into magic kinda and also manifesting (coincidentally)

Lately I feel like I live with someone who has already decided I’m the villain before I even open my mouth. My daughter is fifteen, and I know, I know, people love to say, “Teen girls are hard,” like that sentence is supposed to cover everything, but some days the way she talks to me honestly feels personal. I’ll ask something normal like, “Hey, did you finish your homework?” or “Can you put your plate in the sink?” and she’ll hit me with this exhausted eye roll and that sarcastic little “Oh my God, can you not?” like I just ruined her entire life by existing in the kitchen at the same time as her. It sounds small when I type it out, but when it happens over and over, morning to night, it wears you down. Last week I reminded her to bring a jacket because it was cold, and she snapped, “I’m not five, stop acting like you own me.” I wasn’t even trying to control her, I was literally just being a mom. Then later that same day, she texted me asking if I could drop off the charger she forgot, and of course I did, because that’s what I do, but she barely looked at me when I showed up. She just grabbed it, muttered “thanks,” and ran back inside. I sat in the parking lot after that and thought, wow, when did basic kindness become too much to ask for? The messed up part is that she’s not like this with everyone. Her friends think she’s hilarious. Teachers say she’s “spirited” and “smart,” and family members still call her sweet because she can turn it on when she wants to. So then I start wondering if this is just what she saves for me because I’m the safe person, or if she actually resents me in some deeper way and I’m too clueless to see it. People say, “She’ll grow out of it,” and maybe they’re right, but that doesn’t really help in the moment when your own kid is talking to you like you’re some annoying coworker she hates. And yes, before anyone jumps in, I have tried being softer, stricter, more patient, less naggy, more understanding, giving space, having heart-to-hearts, all of it. I even told her once, very calmly, “You don’t have to like me every second, but you do have to speak to me with respect,” and she laughed, which somehow felt worse than yelling. Maybe some of you have been here too;

What makes it harder is that I’m not pretending I’m some perfect parent who has never messed up. I have lost my temper. I have repeated myself too much. I have probably asked too many questions when she clearly wanted to be left alone, and I know teenagers hear concern as criticism half the time. When I was her age, I thought my own mom was “doing the most” over everything, and I definitely said a few nasty things I wish I could take back, so part of me tries to remember that and stay fair. Still, there’s a difference between normal teenage attitude and feeling like your child has contempt for you. A few nights ago we were in the car and I asked how school was, just trying to connect, and she said, “Why do you always act fake interested?” That one really got me, because I am interested. I know the names of her friends, the teacher she can’t stand, the singer she has on repeat, the fact that she likes her toast barely toasted, the way she gets quiet when something is really wrong even if she says she’s “fine.” I carry all these tiny details because I love her, and yet somehow I’m the person she talks to the worst. Her dad says not to take it so personally and that she’s pushing boundaries, testing independence, all the classic parenting-book stuff, and maybe he’s right, but he also doesn’t get the full blast of it like I do. There are these random good moments that keep me from going completely bitter, like when she fell asleep on the couch last month and still looked like my little kid for a second, or when she showed me a dumb meme and laughed so hard she snorted, or when she had a rough day and let me rub her back without shrugging me off. Those moments make me think the real her is still in there, and maybe this is just a brutal phase neither of us knows how to handle. But I wont lie, it hurts. It hurts to be the person making the meals, buying the shampoo, remembering the dentist appointment, staying up until she gets home, and then getting treated like I’m this huge problem. Has anyone else had a daughter act like this and then eventually come back around, or is there something I’m missing here? I’m trying really hard to stay balanced and not turn this into a “kids these days” rant, because I do think being a teenager right now looks exhausting in ways my generation didn’t deal with. But I’m also a human being, and some nights after she goes to her room, I just sit there thinking, why is my teenage daughter so mean to me?

What will you do if you're exaust from family and lover. Running your house, taking care of everyone and at the end of the day got insulted by your lover ?

Idk anymore what to do, there's a voice inside telling me to run away from all of this.

I'M EXAUST

there’s not a category that fits this so i just chose randomly sorry, I don’t know how to word this plus it’s a vent I just don’t feel like living anymore i feel like a burden to everyone in my life, i stay at home constantly i feel ugly and i don’t want people to look at me i don’t even think my mom loves me it just feels like she’s saying it out of pity anytime i vent to someone they just reply with “oh but how would ___ feel?” That just makes me feel worse about myself i sometimes harm myself (scratching, cvtting, hitting) just do i dont lash out on my loved ones there’s nothing and no one stopping me from attempting and im scared im gonna do it soon, im a failure to everyone i even have a not incase i do attempt

My family life isn’t the most perfect. My mother and my stepfather married when I was just born. She married him to get a visa and for financial stability. They were and still are more strangers to each other and don’t really do things together. They don’t even share a bedroom or sit in the same room for longer together. He’s also much older than she is by around 25 years.

In my eyes he is my father because he literally brought me up and I do love him. But it seems like my mother really doesn’t trust him. When I was younger like in first grade, she didn’t allow me to like hug him when we were in bed. I did it once around that age and she ignored me for the next hours till I apologised to her for that and said I won’t do it again.

Another instance was when I was around 11 years old. She and my stepfather had quite an awful dispute during that time. She was rarely at home and just somewhere out leaving me and my stepfather at home. She then asked me out of the blue if he ever did or does anything weird when she isn’t here and that I should tell her if there’s anything going on. I was confused and obviously told her there isn’t anything wrong.

Then a few months ago (I am in my last year of high school) she asked me again. The last time was longer ago but it’s weird that it happened again. She asked if there’s anything going on and if there aren’t any “secrets”. That I should tell her immediately if there’s anything. And that she said, I quote: “I can’t know what’s happening here when I am away. I also didn’t know what’s happening when you were younger and I wasn’t here.”

I am just confused and I am not sure what to think of it all if I should just ask her or leave it be. I think I just needed to get it off my chest.