have your parents ever done anything horrible to you

[pink_ribbon_scars]

i forgot about my mom trying to commit suicide after all that other shit went down, but it's not really a very interesting story, it just involves lots of pills and a long stay in the psych ward.

it's so weird how i've just forgotten so much of this stuff.

[jenn]

My mom dated this guy for six years. He'd get into a bad mood and beat the crap out of me when I was like, thirteen. I forgave her though, he was a dick to her too.

My dad killed himself when I was twelve. I don't know if I'll ever fully forgive him for that.

Oh, and my mom met some guy six months before my wedding, she got engaged to him five months before my wedding and they got married four months before. I'm talking about my prettyprettyprincess wedding not the camping thing. Anyway. Her wedding was like, nearly $100,000 and most of my family went to that and by the time my wedding came around, no one felt like flying out again. I was really mad about that.

Other than that... my childhood relationship with my parents was totally normal!

[bardy]

wow lot of suicide attemps on netphoria

[Fonzie]

My father is Bret Michaels. All your problems are nothing compared with mine.

[Mo]

So you're either seven or two years old, right?

[Fonzie]

shush.

I mean Keith Richards.

[Tchocky]

I have a lot of pent-up anger toward my folks. I honestly believe the way they brought me up stunted my social growth and made me get old without growing up. When I was a young teenager, all they did was get in my face and tell me how rotten I was. No encouragement. No how-to's. Just endless screaming and punishment. Apart from spanking when I was really young, my folks never hit me, but when I got older and would get into fights with my dad, he'd grab me and slam me against the wall, tackle me and spit in my face. At one point, I got in a fight with my mom and dad and they FORCED me to go with them to my grandparents house for my sister and my dad's birthday party (their birthdays are in January). I was 14 at the time. I refused, and they dragged me into their car and took my shoes off so I couldn't get out and run away. When we got there, they told me that if I didn't go inside, they'd eventually come to the car and drag me inside, and if I wanted to salvage what little dignity I had left, I'd go in on my own accord. I finally went in.

There was, and still is for the most part, no reasoning or debating with my parents. Based on my experiences with them in my life, I honestly believe they feel the need as parents to be right all the time. If they're not, that might be construed as weakness on their part, and THE HIERARCHY WILL BE COMPROMISED!

To that end, they are 100% uncompromising, even if you offer sufficient proof that they're wrong. For example, my first job was as a busboy and dishwasher at a local restaurant. My folks had bought me a decent pair of shoes for work. I don't knowhow many of you have ever worked in a short-order restaurant before, but even if you're not on the grill, it gets pretty greasy and nasty back there. My dad got pissed off at me because he felt I wasn't doing enough to keep my shoes clean. I told him that given the circumstances that there wasn't anything I could do about it, and he still said I was wrong...No proof why I was wrong. No alternatives to how I work suggested. I was just wrong.

It's my dad's insistence on a confrontation EVERY time I do something wrong, for something as trivial as not putting the twist-tie on a loaf of bread to not keeping my shoes clean, that makes me resent him so much. He comes off as such an arrogant asshole when he pulls that shit, and he wonders why I argue with him so much. If he didn't go after me Gladiator style for every last screw-up, maybe I'd have been better off. Maybe I'd be able to think for myself a little more. As it stands now, I really have no idea how to be truly independent. I get along marginally better with my mom, but the fact that she thinks she knows more than she does and isn't willing to look at both sides of issues (she's a LOT more closed-minded that she's willing to admit) irritates the crap out of me.


God, that felt good to write.

[bja1288]

Originally Posted by Tchocky

I have a lot of pent-up anger toward my folks. I honestly believe the way they brought me up stunted my social growth and made me get old without growing up. When I was a young teenager, all they did was get in my face and tell me how rotten I was. No encouragement. No how-to's. Just endless screaming and punishment. Apart from spanking when I was really young, my folks never hit me, but when I got older and would get into fights with my dad, he'd grab me and slam me against the wall, tackle me and spit in my face. At one point, I got in a fight with my mom and dad and they FORCED me to go with them to my grandparents house for my sister and my dad's birthday party (their birthdays are in January). I was 14 at the time. I refused, and they dragged me into their car and took my shoes off so I couldn't get out and run away. When we got there, they told me that if I didn't go inside, they'd eventually come to the car and drag me inside, and if I wanted to salvage what little dignity I had left, I'd go in on my own accord. I finally went in.

There was, and still is for the most part, no reasoning or debating with my parents. Based on my experiences with them in my life, I honestly believe they feel the need as parents to be right all the time. If they're not, that might be construed as weakness on their part, and THE HIERARCHY WILL BE COMPROMISED!

To that end, they are 100% uncompromising, even if you offer sufficient proof that they're wrong. For example, my first job was as a busboy and dishwasher at a local restaurant. My folks had bought me a decent pair of shoes for work. I don't knowhow many of you have ever worked in a short-order restaurant before, but even if you're not on the grill, it gets pretty greasy and nasty back there. My dad got pissed off at me because he felt I wasn't doing enough to keep my shoes clean. I told him that given the circumstances that there wasn't anything I could do about it, and he still said I was wrong...No proof why I was wrong. No alternatives to how I work suggested. I was just wrong.

It's my dad's insistence on a confrontation EVERY time I do something wrong, for something as trivial as not putting the twist-tie on a loaf of bread to not keeping my shoes clean, that makes me resent him so much. He comes off as such an arrogant asshole when he pulls that shit, and he wonders why I argue with him so much. If he didn't go after me Gladiator style for every last screw-up, maybe I'd have been better off. Maybe I'd be able to think for myself a little more. As it stands now, I really have no idea how to be truly independent. I get along marginally better with my mom, but the fact that she thinks she knows more than she does and isn't willing to look at both sides of issues (she's a LOT more closed-minded that she's willing to admit) irritates the crap out of me.


God, that felt good to write.

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[monkeyfritters]

fuck the twists on bread loafs i fold the bag over then shove that shit back in the cabinet cuz I DONT GIVE A FUCK> the counter is littered with cast off twisties. my little fuck you to my parents and society.

[wHATcOLOR]

this weekend i'm doing p_r_s's mom in the ass while getting a beej' from skipgo's 69 year old mom. ow ow owwwww!!

[Peter Gabriel m]

I didn't find out until I was 18, but I guess my dad was cheating on my mom the whole time they were married - my dad died in a skydiving accident when I was 12. I can only assume there was no foul play involved. There's more but I'll save it for my therapist.