First, sorry for the long post, but I wish if you have the time to read it... Ok, so here we go:
My mother always talks s*** to me. Always compares me with my brother. She tells me that my brother is a lot better than me. But still, she also talks s*** to him as well. The last time they were talking and she said "You don't belong among us..." I felt hurt even though she didn't say it to me, but he's my brother after all. I once wanted to tell her something urgent, I found that she is sleeping, but she was just taking a little nap, and her naps could stray too long, sometimes until the morning. So I woke her up. She started telling me, "You're certainly not normal. Do you consider it normal to wake me up from my sleep?" Yea, it sounds perfectly normal to me. Anyway, the same day, I was sleeping because I had to wake up early the next day and I was tired as hell. She just came into the room, turned on the lights and began yelling at me until I woke up. Turned out she wanted to "talk" to me about a "crime" I did, and this crime was wanting to quit my job. She also brought my grandpa (her dad) with her to help her talk bad to me. Like one isn't enough already. Anyway, they wanted to "vilify" me for wanting to leave the job. Sometimes she keeps talking s*** and yelling at me until she drives me to tell her to shut up. Once I do this, she just calls my grandpa. What justice is this? She has the right to do whatever to me, and I have no right to even talk to her?
My family also make fun of my dream, and they ridicule me every time I mention it, even though I do have the potential to make that dream come true, but I just don't have the opportunities. Instead of supporting me and encouraging me, my mother keeps telling me, "even if you are given 100 years, you won't make this dream come true, I guarantee you. If you do, then I permit you to slap me." Wow, what a great permission indeed...
My uncle's wife asked me today to help her with some stuff because she doesn't like the house she's in and the b**** suddenly decided she wants to move (my uncle was out of the country for work). At first I asked her how long it will take, and she said about half an hour, so I said "of course I can help," even though I actually had other stuff to do, but I decided that I should help her and postpone the things I have. Then she decided that it'll take more than an hour. At this point I told her "oh, if it'll take more than an hour, then I'm afraid I won't be able to postpone my matters that long." And pay attention, I didn't say I don't want to help yet. In fact, I was planning on postponing my stuff even more just to help her. She quickly got angry and said, before I was able to say anything else, "Ok, ok. Go do your stupid stuff and don't help your uncle's wife, cuz your things are more important." Well, yea, definitely they're more important than a f***ing whore! Then my grandmother (my uncle's and mother's mom) called my mother to tell her that I just refused to help. She just told her that I refused to help, she didn't mention the reason. And she started telling my mother "This boy doesn't have even a drip of good to others." and all... She then gave me the phone and told me to talk to my mother. My mother started shouting and telling me "Curse you! You refuse to help your uncle's wife? What kind of a son are you? I hope you weren't even born!" I told her that I have my reasons but she refused to hear me, and before I could say anything else, she closed the line in my face.
Then my grandmother drove me out of her house and told me to go home. So I went home angry and all, cursing this s***ty family on the way. So, as soon as I arrived home, I found my mother waiting at the door. To be honest, I was planning to go home relax a bit, and I wasn't expecting my mother to show up just after I opened the door. And, she started telling me the same s***. That I am a very bad and evil person, I don't help or do good to anybody, even though that's wrong. She said "A person asks you for help, and you turn it down? What kind of a person are you? Don't expect to get help from other people…" If I wasn't busy, I would surely have helped her with pleasure, even though I hate her to hell. But I was busy, what can I do? I also have had helped her yesterday. How exactly am I a bad person if I was intending to help her but she just didn't give me the chance? Isn't it enough to have the intention to help? Even though you weren't able to. And if you're not able to and you're busy, you would expect the other person to understand this, but no, not with my family. However, my mother also told me that she wish if I wasn't born, and she started telling me that I'm like my father. I told her, "Well, if you (the family, I meant) did this s*** to my father, then I personally give him all the right to leave and emigrate to somewhere else." Which he has done a long time ago, and haven't returned at all ever since, and he told me the reason was that my family (especially my mother) treated him like s*** but I didn't understand him until I grew up enough (this moment and the few last years.)
Now, tell me, who's right? Me or my family? Does my uncle's wife have the right to tell me to help her on the expense of my other more important matters? And does my family have the right to have such a harsh and crappy reaction? I'm sure you'll say that I have all the right, cuz according to common sense, that's what everyone would feel.
Anyway, I'm thinking to leave soon. Probably in about a year, because I need money. I'm not only planning to leave only the house, but I'm planning to leave the entire country, with no return, nor looking back. I'm thinking to emigrate to the US.
One more thing: I always try to be good with them, and I always do my best at doing this, but that's how they return it to me? Believe me, I am so tired of just ignoring their hatred and treatment to me, and I can't do it anymore. I'm just longing to the moment that I'm all set and ready to leave for good. If I don't leave them, I'm afraid this will lead to the bad for all of us. So, I have taken this as a must. Maybe when I leave they'll realize my value? Unfortunately, it'll be too late when they call me and I just close the line in their face. I'm certain that I'll be much happier without them, and I'm certain I don't need them. Who would?
Now, those are just very very few examples of how they treat me, and they are not the worst examples either. There are far more and worse situations than these. If I'm going to talk about them all, then I'll be able to write about 10 books consisting of about 500 pages (A3 size) each, and with a font smaller than "12" in Word.
They sometimes even drive me to cry because of the things they say to me and the way they treat me. Now, tell me honestly, have you ever heard or come across a family worse than this? I bet that once I leave, I wouldn't even feel that I miss them even a tiny bit, even if I stayed my entire life there.
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