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harmful-tropes · 6 months
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Shoutout to my stuffed animal for being a better support system than most of the adults in my life.
That's pretty sad on their part lmao.
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stormikitty · 2 months
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My Parents: We didn't know you were interested in archery!
Me: *broke a ridiculous amount of clothing hangers as a little kid pretending they were bow and arrows* Literally how???
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spooks-ies · 6 months
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if violating a near adults privacy and ripping their mental health to shreds is "part of being a parent" i want nothing to do with kids.
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Tw vent or rant
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She dosent hit me she just; told me that she would kill herself when I asked to see my dad or she had to do anything that required her to act like a wife or mother.
She dosent hit me she just; sat there and told me I couldn't be stressed about her and her husband arguing, and that I shouldn't be getting average grades.
She dosent hit me she just; told me I needed to try harder because when I was in elementary school I got perfect grades and now that I'm getting average grades I'm stupid. But she dosent care when I get good grades anymore.
She dosent hit me she just: slams doors so hard they break while fighting with her husband. (Pic below, doors been replaced multiple times)
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She dosent hit me she just; dosent care that my dad's dying from cancer and I'm supposed to be happy all the time.
She dosent hit me she just; told me I was disgusting and lets her husband call me a piglet because I eat 'to much'
She dosent hit me she just; talks shit about my dad to me and I'm not aloud to talk back.
She dosent hit me she just; called me weird when I expressed I'd rather draw on my shoes and skin instead of looking perfect and pretty.
She dosent hit me she just; tells me there can't be anything wrong with me because my brothers already a failure and he's 9.
She didn't hit US she just; yelled at us everytime we fid something wrong.
She did hit me, she threw chairs across the room at me, and made holes in the wall because my room was nasty, I was 5-7, while she and my dad were together.
She dosent hit me she just; tells me how horrible her husband is and how much he drinks while she drinks the same if not more.
She dosent hit me she just; moved out of the house for nights at a time because she was upset with her husband.
She dosent hit me she just; switched me schools and told me it was the last time they'd fight then she'd tell me we were moving back into her husband's.
She dosent hit me she just; used to.
(thanks mom, you'll be on my list if I ever do decide I can't live any longer. -love, your 'daughter')
THANKS FOR READING!!
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lionmythflower · 1 month
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anyways anyone have tips on how to lie on the spot? Needs to work on strict parents who are pretty good at telling when I'm lying
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exquisit3corpse · 1 year
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fortunatelev · 4 months
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haha omg wow I was instantly reminded as to why I never vent to my mom about anything. She always victim blames and even when I am there bawling my fucking eyes out, she has the gall to tell me that I need to get over my problems because it's been months. Wow I forgot there was a time limit to pain and trauma.. So I have to just get over it??? Wow that's all I need to do? Who knew?? 😲 It's not like I haven't fucking tried that shit or anything already. So apparently you can just leave something that caused your trauma and you can instantly forget about it (y'know because that is how trauma works) and suppress your trauma because that's evidently good advice for someone with BPD and PTSD. It's so great having such a wonderful support system. 😅🤡
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justice4billiam · 7 months
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Later
Sad Boy Steve Harrington
Word count: 682
AN: I woke up from a dead sleep just to write this little thang. I don’t know why but I had to. haha Sad girl feels (or in this case sad boy Harrington feels)
There were never “right now” moments in the Harrington household.
Steve was always living for... later, he supposed.
Always the "afters" and never the here, right now, In the present.
From the time he could remember, it was “not right now, Steven” and “maybe another time” and the worst one of all, “Later.”
That was another thing about the Harringtons.
Laters never came.
His earliest memories from his childhood were when he was just 3 years old.
“Why don’t you go play? Dinner should be done soon.” His nanny, Ellis, guided him off to his room while she wandered back into the kitchen.
He was in the middle of picking out his favorite book to look at when he heard his father's voice from his office. He didn’t even know they had come home.
Little Steve's eyes were the size of saucers as his head suddenly snapped up. He even remembers the slight jaw ache that resulted from how wide his smile had been.
He recalled how thrilled he was. How happy he was at that age when his parents finally arrived home.
He ran as fast as his tiny feet could go and practically barreled through the large double doors.
“Daddy?!” Little Steve exclaimed, hopping in place with excitement.
His father was standing over his desk; one hand was holding a phone close to his ear, and the other was tucked into the pocket of one of his incredibly expensive suits that he always wore.
Steve scampered up to him, latching himself around the older man's leg. “Daddy! I missed-” Before he could even finish that thought, he was forcefully yanked from his hold and shoved.
He had slammed into the cold, solid wood floors, his tiny body in shambles at his father's feet.
It felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs as he looked up to meet the man's furious gaze. As he looked at Steve, his dad held his hand over the phone's microphone piece.
"Not right now, boy! How many times must I repeat myself? You are not welcome in here! Go look for your mother." He brushed him off coldly, turning his back on him.
How easily he did that.
Tossed him aside like it was nothing, like he was nothing.
He had sniffled as quietly as he could so as not to irritate his father more. “Sorry, daddy...” He whispered before standing from the floor and dejectedly walking out.
He was passing his parents' bedroom when he heard her. He was young but he knew what it sounded like when someone was crying.
That was another one of many firsts for him.
He poked his head in and found his mother on the floor, her head in her hands, resting against the side of the bed.
Even now, Steve still thinks about that first moment from time to time: how heavy it weighs on his heart; no boy likes to see his mom cry.
“Mommy?” His timid voice rang out as he braved his way into the room and reached out to touch her.
She looked up, watery eyes falling on him. “Oh, Steven! Leave Mommy alone.” She snapped at him, quickly smacking his hand away and wiping at the tears falling onto her cheeks.
He drew his hand to his chest, as if burned. That was what really did it. Big, fat tears started to fall from his eyes as he cradled his hand.
His mother looked at him, guilt written in her expression. “Oh, baby...” He remembered hearing her say as she pulled him into her embrace. His body held tightly to her lap as their tears flowed.
"I'm truly sorry, baby." After a while, she whispered.
She grabbed his face and turned him to face her. "I'm just so upset..." She begins but shaking her head before meeting his gaze again.
"Why don't you be a big boy and go downstairs for dinner, and I'll tuck you in and read to you later? How does that sound? " She asked him, a smile on her lips.
A smile that never reached her eyes.
Later.
Yeah, later never came.
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adhdslugcrimes · 9 months
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I find it fuckin hilarious my parents told me to stop being me and conform to a likable person, even saying I should stop being morbid as well with my jokes because it won't "help" me keep anyone in my life let alone a man.
Yet I've found people who love my chaotic energy and my jokes, and a wifey who loves me for me so suck on those apples parents I even found a ride or die bae too and he matches my energy so you random person on the internet with shitty people telling you to be different so you can be likable, fuck them be you because those who care will love you the way you are all weird and shit!
Unfortunately (fortunately) for my lovely bitches are stuck with my ass, they can't get rid of me
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fuzzypeachflower · 10 months
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my parents refuse to cover my insulin for the month bc "i can just pay for it" im a minor and I don't have insurance for it. but if I don't have it I can get really sick and die, I'm really scared right now.
I really don't want to bother anyone but can someone venmo me please.. it would also just help to repost if you don't have enough money
it's Tammy-Johnson-811.
or add my friends cashapp so they can pay me
acesandcrows
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machathecat · 4 months
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Parents be like "you can vent to us!! Just tell me if you have problems!!!"
And then they judge you when you actually tell them because "others have it worse" "it's not a big deal" "you'll get over it in a few days"
And then use your problems and insecurities when your arguing later to make you feel even more worthless :')
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im-not-okaye · 8 months
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I have to gentle parent my parents. Like if my dad's angry, I just kinda let him be angry until he stops being irrational and actually asks for my help, because anymore I know if I go in while he's still angry, I'm just getting in the line of fire. He needs a moment to compose himself, which sucks because of course he'll scream and complain the whole way while I'm just like "He'll calm himself down eventually" and it just takes a little too long...
I learned this off of the gentle parenting videos online... I wish my parents would see them... Maybe take some f*cking notes.
Does this work for every family? No, and it sure as hell shouldn't be happening at all... But here we are.
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trans-ghostboi · 3 months
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I am this close 🤏 to relapsing
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paladintoyourcleric · 9 months
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My life was cursed from the start, my parents named me after THEIR LEAST FAVORITE CHARACTER.
no I am not kidding.
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jackson-sage · 1 month
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I’m from a home of lies
Of subtle manipulation
Of fake apologies and faker forgiveness
Of bribes
Of confusion
Of anger and fear
And people wonder why I want to leave
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perisbpddiary · 9 months
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After years of medical neglect i had finally managed to gather up the courage to go get myself checked out for my multiple health issues that had been causing me discomfort for years, because I wanted answers
And in a matter of minutes my family set me back by calling me a hypochondriac for asking if they thought I needed to go to the ER or not.
I canceled my cardiology apt, geneticist apt, and other Dr appointments.
I hate everything
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