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My mom, I don't know what to do.
She yells at me for the smallest things, to the point where she's in tears sometimes; often about things like how I don't want to eat something like cooked mushrooms because I don't like them, or because I accidentally dropped a box on our new hardwood floor. They don't seem like a big deal, but she yells at me for them anyway and
says things that are very hurtful and never apologizes. One time I was late for school and she called me a terrible person. When I asked why she said "because you never care about anyone's feelings but your own!!" and I was confused as fuck.
One time I was eating a bowl of cereal and she made a "tsk tsk tsk" sound at me. I asked her what was up and she said "don't put your head so close to the bowl
you look like a retard". I was totally thrown back, it was completely unprovoked. I replied with "but... everyone bends over a little but to eat something like soup or cereal. Its just easier". She then compared me to a family of mentally challenged people "she saw on Oprah" who walk on their hands and knees because they don't know how to walk on two feet. I'm not sure if that's true or not but what the hell?
She's said many times that she hates me, or she doesn't love me. My own mother. How can she say that? I've never told my parents I hated them. Ever. Because I do love them.
Is it just me who thinks she's actually crazy? I don't do anything wrong, I don't do any drugs, I don't get into fights (more than once every three years at least), I don't get drunk more than once in a few weeks at least.
My Dad is no better either. All he does is condemn me for my lack of upper body strength. I'm not weak, I do have some muscle (most of my strength lies in my legs, I'm a runner, a biker as a hobby in the summer), but I can't fucking bench press my own weight.
He always says how I never help him but he never asks, and when I offer he always refuses. You can't say I never help you when you won't accept it! He yells at me for locking my own door saying that it should never be locked to protect my privacy, and that people always knock. But no one in my family knocks. Ever. Only if the actual door is locked, they'll try to open it then knock, which makes it redundant.
Sometimes I like to look at naked women. Or I just want to be alone. Or I'm doing homework (I often surf BG at the same time). But I can never have this because I always have to be at the ready for when my sister (whos 23 mind you) bursts into my room and talks to me about Japanese shit that I don't know and usually don't care about. I don't hold it against her because she tells me she feels so alienated in this society so I try to listen and care but I can't listen to every time "Yamapi" or "Gackt" takes a shit or something.
Or when my mom comes in to yell at me for no reason. Or when my Dad comes in to tell me I'm pathetic. Jesus Christ. I don't know what to do.
My ex-girlfriend is the last trouble that will lead to my own destruction. She led me on for five months then tells me she never actually was attracted to me. Jesus. Fine, whatever. Let's not talk anymore. I don't want to talk to you. It fucking hurts like hell.
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