Why are these people my parents...
When I confide my pain about my parents, they always come back saying “even though they raised me,” “your parents are disloyal,” and “you are spoiled,” and it's lonely that no one understands it. What's more, they don't believe what my parents did at all.
I grew up being abused by my parents. There are several degrees of violence, and most of it is horrible language or harassment.
When it comes to harassment from parents, I don't think others can understand it, but they get in the way by hiding things or making loud noises on purpose while studying. The two are extremely self-centered, and when they are in a bad mood, they yell hysterically. I only spoil them conveniently when I'm in a good mood. (I think those people around me are good parents) I've almost never felt sincere love from the two of them.
Then they want to deny everything about me. They say no matter what you do. And I've always been the laugher of my family. It's been like that every day for over twenty years... There were no allies.
Even when I rebelled against my parents and confronted them, they kept saying “paranoid,” “discipline,” and “it's because they worry about you,” and I've put up with it. “Who do you think is giving out the money!!!” I'm always told that.
I've been putting up with being alone all this time, and before I knew it, I had become depressed. My life is a mess. I didn't have confidence since I was little, and I always wanted to disappear.
I tried to commit suicide, and I still have suicidal thoughts. I want my life to be completely free from getting involved with these people.
My heart was broken after putting up with it for over 20 years. Even when I say this, my friends and psychiatric teachers say things like the ones above, and I wonder if it's my fault for thinking this way.
I don't think my parents are my real parents. I think it's someone else, and if possible, I'd like it to be someone else. They are people who wouldn't even want to get involved if they weren't a family. How happy I would be if this were my dream...
Up until now, I've met so many wonderful adults. I've been wondering why my parents are these people every day since I was little. All of my friends are kids who are on good terms with their parents, so why am I... I also wanted to be born and raised in an environment where family relationships are good. Why were they born to these two people? I hate all of those people. But I have no place to confront this thought. Why did you get involved with these people?
