I seriously hate my parents so much, especially my mum. She thinks she knows everything and almost once a week she brings up marriage, iam literally 14. She’s always saying stuff like ‘you need to find a husband that will give you money’, ‘you need to get a husband that doesn’t smoke’ (when she says that she’s referring to my dad, they have a bad relationship and always says this stuff to stop me from marrying a man like my dad). She also says it like she had the perfect marriage and that the pair of them weren’t in poverty when they had me and my brother, she’s saying it like she didn’t send me off to a country that nearly got me r@ped and kidnapped in for 2 years so she could make money for us, when me and my brother came back to the country we were born in we were literally still poor so that was quite pointless. Her stupidity always makes me wonder if she’s a child in adult form, we have recently bought a new house and she always brags about how she and my dad worked so hard for it, like you literally didn’t, you had to borrow money for both houses you ‘bought’
My parents also abused me when i was growing up, growing up I had ‘bad behaviour’. The bad behaviour that occurs when you’re going through puberty, but none of it justifys for what they did to me, my dad would make me workout and play sports all summer, he didn’t go to work that summer so stayed home with our family, that summer was hell because all he did was call me a ‘pig’ and ‘fatty’. He kicked me in the stomach once because I didn’t work out and this was the time my ED developed, I started binge eating when I was sad and eating in small portions when I thought I was too big, i started to count calories and stopped eating the foods that once brought me happiness. That ED lasted 3 years.
Whenever they are stressed they take it on me, like it’s my fault. When they have a **** day they need to make your day **** too, and my mum is just so horrible, once she beat me up with a hanger so bad that it broke and I had marks all over my arms and legs, I also remember this one incident from when I was like 8, I was playing with my brother and I think I accidentally kicked him and his nose started bleeding. I remember feeling so much fear when my brother told on me, she came in my room and started hitting me with a hanger like she usually does. Obviously it made marks on me and the next day she told me to wear tights to school and asked if I would tell the teachers, I think a part of her knew it was wrong, but she kept doing it for the following years.
I also hate her for expecting so much from my little sister, she’s going to turn 5 soon and already she shouts at her for not knowing her numeracy and pressures her to do well in school.