Sorry guys just read it. I had to vent.
(#) RestlessStars 2011-10-24 08:28:31 PMWow hun, you may just be talking about my parents as well. I don't bring friends home because my mom and her boyfriend like to fight. Often. One time they took me and my friend to Magic Mountain and ended up fighting in the car to the point where they water at each other, which landed on me and my friend instead. Oh yeah, my mom's boyfriend also ripped up my friend's ticket on accident while trying to piss my mom off by ripping up her ticket. I literally got out of the car and cried and apologized to my best friend because I felt utterly humilitated.
I know that might sound irrelevant, but I just wanted to make a point and let you know I understand what you're going through. You just have stick to your guns and ignore them because that's all you can do. Keep your head up because one day it''ll change, I'm sure of it.
Keep strong. If you ever need to vent to someone, I know you don't know me, but I'm a great listener.
(#) XxPerfectTomorrowxX 2011-10-24 10:10:18 PMAww hon, I'm sorry to hear that's going on at home.
If you ever need to rant more you can email me firstname.lastname@example.org or there's also a chain letter going on at Mibba called Dear Somebody... The point being to write out your feelings to someone.
That shit can be hard and when you can't be happy at home... it's hard to be happy anywhere else.
I agree with the others. You've always got this site and people here work hard to be supportive. Stay strong. :)
(#) alligatorpie 2011-12-10 04:02:30 PMYou're never alone.
When I was 13, my parents split up. My dad had a girlfriend, a blonde bimbo whore that's ten years younger than him. My mom got depressed, and I had to take care of her. Everything from cooking her food, to reminding her to go to work. She finally snapped when my dad sold the house we'd all lived in, and she got mean. She told me that I was a lazy bitch, and demanded more from me. I was already doing more than I ever thought I'd be able to, and at this point I was only 13, in the 8th grade. I snapped. I stopped doing anything for her, whether she told me to or not. I went into a spiraling suicidal depression, and started cutting myself. When my mom found out that I was cutting, suicidal, smoking, and in general being a bad kid, she did exactly nothing. Without therapy or any medication, I had to decide for myself if life was worth living. It was tough, and I spent a lot of time crying or apathetic, but I managed to work through it.
I could go on and on about life with my dad, too, but I dislike him even more than my mom, and I don't really like thinking about him.
Believe me when I say that life gets better. You don't need your parents approval to be happy, and they don't have to be happy for you to be happy. Turn your music up and ignore them. Apply yourself to schoolwork, so that when you graduate, you can get out of there and go to college.
I hope that things get better for you. Even if the situation with your parents doesn't improve, remember that you have all these people that review your stories that love you without ever meeting you. Stay strong. You are the better person.