| | Posted by FirstVictim at February 3, 2012 |
Hello. My life sucks. I cry almost every day.
Here's the story of my life:
My parents have been divorced since I was born.
My mom has abused me physically and mentally since i was a child. I've never been beat up "too badly." but she'd throw punches at me, sometimes it's just because I look like my father. my dad doesn't love me. he told me he didn't when i was a child and that he just wanted my custody to get back at my mom. ( he cheated on my mom )
my step sister would try to get me in trouble as a child and I'd get beat up for the lies she'd tell. i was the fat kid in elementary school and high school... and i still kinda am, even though i don't think im fat. i don't even have a double chin. im just a size 10 or 12.
i haven't had a real best friend until i turned 16. and still i sometimes feel sad because i can't talk to anyone about my problems because they don't know how to react. nobody shows me they love me until im gone.
ive been molested by my step father when he was drunk. my mom doesnt believe me when i told her he did.
i wanted to kill myself sophomore year in high school but stopped myself and ended up being sent to the hospital.
i've always been bullied and made fun of. i haven't been complimented much, ever. it's so easy to pick on me.
i was sexually assaulted last week in my dorm by a random guy because my roommate left the door unlocked.
i had my first love when i turned 18 last july and ... |
| | Posted by anonymous at February 1, 2012 |
I'm 26, I Was abandoned when I was 5. The only family I had was my younger brother and my older sister, They were near the same age as I was at the point. through the time that this happened my sister was sexually raped and my brother ended up going to a foster home while me and my sister were still on the streets, I felt like he abandoned us, I haven't talked to my brother ever sense. My sister ended up taking care of me and the ways she would make money she would sell her body to older men for a certain amount of cash, at this time she was 8 and I was 5. She wanted to raise enough money to get me a birthday gift because I never had one. My birthday came along and she gave me a new pillow and a blanket, which today I still have those objects. After I turned 11 my sister started to go to school, we lived under a bridge for most of our life. Because she was getting educated she decided I should be as well. I just remember everyone laughing at me on how I didn't have cool shoes, that my shirt smelled, and how I was in general a piece of shit. After the first few days of school, I was really depressed and I met a friend, he was wealthier at that time, and He treated me with respect. I remember him asking if he can come to my house, I didn't know what to say because I was afraid if I told him where I lived he would stop being my friend. By the time I turned 13 (6 Grade) I made a decision to try and change my life, I started going after school to get help and go to the los... |
| | Posted by anonymous at January 25, 2012 |
I am a 34 year old woman. I was born to a pair of narcissistic drug addicts in Denver Colorado. From the age of two upwards, my father and mother drugged me with valium, made me drink wine, or take Nyquil so I would be asleep most of the time, so they could party. At five, my parents went to Las Vegas and left me with my grandparents, where my 13 yr old uncle molested me daily for a while...how long I don't know. Until "Mom" and "dad" came back. My father started to beat me when I began school. He only used a belt but regularly whipped me for small things like a sad face on the paper I brought home, and I mean in first grade. I was a terrible student, I seems to be slower than everyone else, so I was whipped often.
We moved away from the USA and came to Canada in '84. By the time I was in fifth grade it was apparent I was a loser and was bullied relentlessly. At the age of eleven my father ran off with a 24 yr old woman, and left me with my mother, whom 3 years later sent me back to the US for a "summer vacation" and called me on the phone one day to tell me I would not be coming back to her, she did not want me, she had met a man who did not want a kid around.
I came back to Canada to live with my father and Stepmother (the 24 year old by then nearly 30)and by then my father had become an alcoholic. He regularly got into violent fights with the stepmother. He was often seen in our neighborhood, blind drunk, violent and under arrest. This led to me getting beat ... |
| | Posted by markm883 at January 16, 2012 |
I was born resenting my parents and other relatives. I hated my parents for letting all their children be subjected (including myself) to corporal punishment by my grand mother. Both my mom and dad are either clueless or too passive to protect us children from the cruelty of our grandmother and uncle.
Now just to escape the crazy home environment, as soon as i finished college i got married even to a girl that i don't really like. needless to say that marriage ended in divorce.
Seeking a better life i thought marrying again would be fun, so I married somebody I met in the internet. So far what happened next is worst than the first wife. Since I got remarried, I became delinquent in paying my credit cards, got charged with domestic violence, quit my job, became a stay at home dad, got high blood pressure, and became really really resentful of my current wife.
Now at age 39 i can feel I'm on my last chance of seeking joy and happiness.
Where can it be? Should I just divorce my 2nd wife and start anew?
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| Posted by anonymous at January 10, 2012 |
when i was 8 years old my mom left for drugs....meth and ect.. then when i was twelve my dad got colon cancer...he deied when i was 14...i wached my dad slowly go in pain every day while goin from doctor to doctor and hospital to hospital.and every time was a rejection...he passed away two days after christmas. then i was adopted and taken in to a creppy house... they feed me good but just a creepy couple...then i started to get close to my uncle...for two years passing almost every weekend i went to his house...all of the sudden he raped me.. i tried to get contact with my mom and i found out she died 3 years after she left, and i still dont know how she died.. now i still live with the creeppy people who play mind games all day... oh well ..thats life |
| | Posted by anonymous at January 10, 2012 |
Hello to anyone who may be reading this,
I don't know where and how to begin, but allow me this moment to build up to my "frustrations" as I write along. And as you begin reading, please do not feel the need to continue on for I write solely to express my feelings and none other. I hope that I am able to commit as much of myself to this as I possibly could. Also, please note that I’m really not going to bother with my grammar as much so please don’t be judgmental.
I am twenty four years old. I am Asian but naturalized as a U.S. citizen sometime ago. I am currently trying to look for a job that I can actually do and perhaps enjoy. The problem of course is that I don't have a job experience here in the States so it's very difficult to find one. I'm only a high school graduate so I can't expect to find any job because I practically know nothing.
I've had a rough childhood growing up in the Philippines. I don't know my biological father and my biological mother died when I was eleven. I always feared and hated her though, since she was pretty rough on me (emotional, mental, and physical abuses). Then I lived with my grandparents and I went through a whole lot of intense manual, physical labour, from eleven to the age of sixteen. I thought life before was tough but this time I knew what it meant when people say “life is hell.” I’d experience almost every form of physical, mental, and emotional abuses possible (without physically dyin... |
| | Posted by jackkkkkkkblack at January 7, 2012 |
hi, my life sucks.
it really does.
A bit about me:
i live in a sharehouse with 3 other guys. i work in IT for a business. i am bald and have bad teeth.
my friends are shit. i am pretty sure they all hate me, but i dunno. i see them quiet often so its okay.
i have never had a girlfriend.. ever. do you know how shit that is?..
really shit.
My major issue are commitment issues.. This all started when my dad terrorized me as a kid so now i can not look into someones eyes without crying. Its fucked. His manipulation from an early age has fucked my life. My mum also used to manipulate me.. My parents split up when i was about 8, which would of been fine but the divorce went for 10 years!
WHO THE FUCK HAS A 10 YEAR DIVORCE. WHO DOES THAT?
The divorce is what fucked my life i think. all i remember when i was growing up was having to choose where i wanted to live, at mums or dads. Mum said she wanted me but i think she just wanted me to get back at dad.. and dad said he wanted to but he just wanted me for the government money (he told me this straight up once.. (GOOD THING TO SAY TO A 12 YEAR OLD DAD))
My brother molested me when i was 12 - 13. only a few times but i have only had flashbacks of the memory recently. its kinda fucked.
Most days i dont even want to leave my room. Just want to stay in here and get motherfucking baked. nuff said.
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| | Posted by Jerry at January 4, 2012 |
I was born in 1957 in a family of 6 children and I was the 5th. My mother at the time of my birth had hepititis A which caused me to be a slow learner. My father was a controlling man to my mother and just didn't allow anything to happen unless he approved it. He was abusive to all his children espically me when it came to dicipline. I wasn't a good looking child, I was sickly and skinny. I had a skin disease. My brothers and sister wanted nothing to do with me. In fact they grew mean towards me by tieing me to a bed or locking me in a closet. I never had any type of tallents or skills. In 2nd grade I was whipped by my teacher every day or every other day but I never told my parents because I was afraid I would get whipped even harder at home. In my teen years there were three of the children still at home. My father favored my lttle brother and my mother favored my older sister. I didn't fit in to their life so I was pretty much on my own with out anyone to talk to. a young teen boy needs to know thing s like not taking drugs or having sex before marriage. What I learned I learned on my own from others in some cases when it was to late. When I left home I was totally unprepaired for the world. I sufffered financial debts and more sickness and had no idea what I was doing. Once again what I learned I had to learn the hard way when it was to late. All this time I prayed to God for the answers but no answers came. I ask God why would you put me on this earth knowing all it would be is hurt and failure. Had I not been born there would be no heaven or hell, just non-exsistance. I think I am cursed by God and this is the best it will ever be. Just preperation for hell. I Have no choice. |
| | Posted by FML at January 3, 2012 |
So why does my life suck, im bout to be 22 pretty much had to raise my self growing up I was abused by my step father cause I wasnt his son.. I grew up in disfunctional family always had money problems my father was addicted to alcohol and cocaine always beat for no reason my would try and protect me but would never could... When I was 6 I had to watch my mother beat like a man cause she didn't have money for beer I remember sitting there crying as she mopped up her own puddle of blood.. Going to school never had money for clothes anythin tht but hey no one said life would be fair butt yet didn't think out was this hard, use to sit and wish someone would Judd take me away... Whn I in my teens I stated having panac attacks had so my stress and nerves didn't know wht to do, poetry much my life has sucked, butt for some reason I feel I have to bottle it all in and it hurts cause no one knows the pain behind the mask they just see me i'm always laughing trying put my front on I live a lonely life but try and never show out..i'm a real deterring person always hoeing for the best but expecting the worst... |
| | Posted by Noone at December 31, 2011 |
I was born June 3, 1988. I am now 23 years old. I was adopted by my family when I was six years old. My biological parents were killed in a store robbery. Life as far as I can remeber was great. I was cared for, and felt loved and happy. But then my sunny days darkened at the age of nine, I was raped by my dads best friend. I remeber crying alot, and not letting anyone touch me. Once my parents got tired of not getting through to me they took me to a child's doctor. I was never the same but the day came when I could hug my dad and not scream. I was eleven when things turned bad again. My parents were killed in a car accident, leaveing me and my brothers in foster care we were split up.
It wasnt but a few weeks until I was put into a foster familys house, where I was raped and molsted again and again and again. I hated my self and a few weeks before my 12th birthday, I took a stake knife and cut my arm all the way up. When I was found they bandaged my arm up, and I got beat for doing it. The kid at school who had always bullied me, grabbed my arm the next day, when the blood seeped through, he started holloering for the teacher, (guess he wasnt all bad).
I was put back into foster care, when I was 13 I was sent to a family, who said they wanted me. Life with them was ok, they were sweet and loving, but they were not my family, and by then I had figured out what a tragaty I was to people. Eight months before my 15th birthday I was raped again, this time by a man w... |
| | Posted by Eli Kange at December 30, 2011 |
I am 17 year old. My name is Eli Kange, and this is my story. When I was 2, my Mom died in a car crash. Some drunk bastard hit her from the back and she dies. I loved her so much. My brother is about 5 years older than me, and life for us went swimmingly until, when I was 5, my Dad was found guilty for drug possesion and driving without a license. But what actually happened was, my Dad's friend was drunk so Dad took the wheel. He was speeding a little, and when the cops pulled him over they found 13 lbs. of cocain that belonged to my Dad's friend. So the friend was found innocent and my Dad went to jail and will not be out for 28 years. So we went to stay with my Uncle Nathan. He was an actuall crackhead. We moved out when I was 11 and we were put into foster care together. When he was 17, he got a girl named Angie pregnent. She was so nice. I lived with them and my neice, Halie, for a while. When my brother was 20 and Angie was 19, she went to collage in Africa. And a year later, he was sent to jail for use of ecstasy and weed. So here I am, 17 with a 5 year old girl to take care of and remt to pay. There are far more worse situations out there, but for me, my life fucking sucks. |
| | Posted by Mondo at December 30, 2011 |
"Love is a losing game." -Crackhead Amy Winehouse
So in life you're supposed to learn new things that progress you as a person. If you werent raised right, you wouldnt know. I almost didnt. Im dealing with my childhood now, and for the rest of my life. I regret allowing my mother to raise me for now I have more problems than I can bare. I have a boyfriend and I dont know how much more of this "no love" feeling I can take. Im tired of picking petals and the love I thought was there is even hollower than I could imagine. At least that's what I think but I dont think he would even tell me to start if he ever stopped. He never tells me anything and I feel the space he leaves me to think is to desolate. I dont even know him anymore. They say, "if you love something, set it free." Im afraid I cant do that, there isnt much keeping me from suicide but hes the last thing I have so forgive me if Im holding on to a lie.
I wish I knew if he loved me.
I wish I had family and friends.
All I have is him, and I wont want anything else when hes gone... |
| | Posted by anonymous at December 27, 2011 |
i am 21 years old. i lost my mom when i was 8, and my little sister got taken away when i was 9. we've been seperated the whole time. i grew up in 3 different "stable" homes. i was in alot more foster homes. my father is a piece of shit who molested me and my little sister. but thats not really why my life sucks considering i dont remember it. my life sucks because im now an adult, trying to prove wrong all those who said i will fail. truth is, its harder than it seems. see, im trying to go to school, but they didnt tell me that if i took the pell grant in the summer i wouldnt get it in the spring. so now i have to come up with 675 dollars before i can go to school. and thats bare minimum. i am by myself, no mommy and daddy to ask for help. i got married at 18 to a man i knew for 2 months, and turns out he's a real ass hole. he works, gets tired of work, and quits. i am out of food, gas, and ciggarettes. i dont know if i can go to work in the morning. oh yeah, and because i married a stranger and quit the army....my whole "sort of family" dissowned me. all my old friends stopped talking to me. they think i have like, 9 kids, when in fact i have 2 dogs. thats it. i have no one to talk to. i really just wanna dissapear. glad i found this website to vent on. thats the one thing that doesnt suck. |
| | Posted by Cloudy at December 24, 2011 |
I can't say I have a bad life but it isn't the best either. I have a good job when a lot of people are suffering and generally have a lot to be thankful for so I'm not sure why I feel the way I do. My childhood wasn't the greatest. My father died when I was very young, my mother remarried and divorced because my stepfather decided he liked men. Then came my little sister
s father. He was what I would call evil. He would do things that no man should do to a child. I would rather not be graphic it is a horrible thing to describe and relive. That went on from about the age of 7 till I was 10. I never told my mother because he would threaten to kill her. Yes, I believed he would do it. He once held a knife to my mothers throat and cut her. He recently died although I wanted to I did not celebrate out of love for my younger sister. Even though they were estranged he was still her father. I felt guilty my whole life about that even though I knew it was not my fault it just felt like it was. There is a huge gap in our ages and our life experience. We arent close although I have tried. I know some of it is she thinks I blame her for what I went through. I never did. Did I mention he was a supposed minister. Yeah he was one of those.
My mother's family disowned us about that time because he was black. They were really vocal about it even going as far as to harass us and threaten to kill us. I remeber answering the phone once and my Aunt saying " ... |
| | Posted by Ice at December 23, 2011 |
my life always was bad i grew up in the slums poor my mom is a junkie and i have no dad my whole life i sold drugs my mom abandon me when i was 9 and started a new family so i grew up in the streets by the time i was 12 i started selling drugs this acttullay gave me hope because i thought i can be rich and move out the slums all that happend was i became a thousandnaire and started getting in trouble with the police when i was 16 i made it out from the slums and moved away but the following year i got arrested by the F.B.I . they gave me 3years in prison and when i was about to be released they re-arrestd me and i had to do an extra year and a half they had me in the hoe for 6 moths and i caught a stomch disease i almost died in jail i did an extra year and a half for something i didnt do they never even said sorry they just realesd me when they found out they had the wrong guy now im back in the slums and i cant get a job because i have an illness that limts me and they aint give me dissibilaty yet so im stuck selling drugs for a living i had girlfriend that i thought loved me but as soon as i got sick again and ended up in the hospital she started seeing another guy and broke up with me a week after i got out the hospital then 2 moths later she wanted to get back with me. she also gave me herpis and never told me now i feel like killing somebody or my self i dont want to go back to jail but the anger is building up i dont no what to do no more she says she loves me and ... |
| | Posted by .... at December 18, 2011 |
Apparently " LIFE really does suck for me ". I have been suffering since and before birth into this world. before my birth my mother tried committing suicide killing me and herself, but she was stopped. after i was born it turns out I had a very rare condition which leaves me legally blind or whatever neither seeing nor blind. At the young age of four I started noticing my mother and father fighting with knives and my father is a cruel man. He cheated on my mother and left us behind. during school constantly getting teased and rediculed. treated like I was just so helpless. it only began to get worse. I used to have people do things on purpose trying to make me fall on my face hit my head on things and making me run into doors. I have been beaten by a babysitter at a young age for no reason at all. being mollested by a cousin. at the age of 10 things only get terrible. Mother had a new boyfriend who was a drunk and I had to watch her get beat and I got beat too. She still has not gotten rid of this man. at 14 i have been emotionally,physically, and mentally abused. I resorted to hurting myself so no one would know to ease my pain but THAT DOES NOT WORK. I can not go around happily and I see the world as it is. To get into my relationships all were hurtful being used and lied to being beaten by one you love. cheated on but still there like a fool. Told I am ugly and not beautiful becomming self contious. Seeing your close friend has committed suicide and left you all alone in this world is not good either. I can not go on telling you all about it but I just need to get it out somehow so whether you beieve me or not Im doing this for my purpose |
| | Posted by Holly at December 18, 2011 |
Life Is hard for most people,
I was an unwanted child and was on a drip for the first 3 months of my life ,growing up without a father, then my mother re-married and i really liked him he was the only dad i knew i was only two at the time, for the next six years i was in-out of hospital with bone troubles in my hips and legs wich were really painful sometimes, then i almost died of scarlettina a rare disease.When i was eight my 'dad' commited suicide and i developed depersonalisation disorder so it was hard for me to be happy.Also as a child i suffered from obeasity from no fault of my own and i got the nickname the fat twin (as i am a twin and also fat.) i moved to the other side of england from the east midlands to the west midlands but i wasnt happy. my mother has PSD and was constantly screaming at me, a few times i was almost sent to live with my grandma after she had hit me so hard i threw up.But i spent years losing weight doing anything i could such as 4 mile bike rides every evening and got down to an adverage wieght.My mum was going through boyfriends like clothes and my childhood was gone and i entered teen years without many friends and i was considered a nerd.chriistmas was ruined by mum every year, family stoped inviting us round because of her.But now she has a really nice guy who knows how to handle her and he is really nice to me, who knows maybe thing will get better?
good luck with your problems x |
| | Posted by Tara at December 12, 2011 |
When I was 7 my life was fine. It had a few bumps in the road but they werent worring me at all. If I only new that that was my last year of happiness..
My name is Tara and I'm 11 years old. Wondering how I got here? Well you go and figure.
My mom has M.S. (Multiple sclerosis) and all she has done is get worse every week. The doctors say the M.S. is progressing too fast and she is 20 years older than shes suppose to be. Because of all this sickness she has been un-able to look after me and she could not live in our old house because the stairs were 'killing' her. So we moved to an appartment and next year I'm going to boarding school. Im getting an operation on my ears in 4 days because there not 'perfect' enough for my grandparents. My grandparents judge me in every way "Stop eating your getting too fat" "Pull your hair back" "Be nicer" "Get that, do that" it doesn't help with having to help my mom all the time. I mean yeah you would except to have to do it, but when your having to do it every 5 seconds, its not fun.
Heres some other things to add onto. My dad went to prison for abusing me and my mom and nearly killing us both when I was a baby. He threw me against the wall and stangled my mom. I have a restrainning order from him so I don't remember what he looks like. He killed my brother and sister who were 2 years old. |
| | Posted by anonymous at December 11, 2011 |
My mom gave birth to me piss drunk. Her stomach had to be pumped before I arrived at 10:44am. From the age 1-3 I was neglected along with my other siblings. I was starved, colicky, and around hardcore drugs. My mom and dad were busted for drug abuse when I was 3 1/2, so my brother (barely age 1) and myself were taken out of the house my cops and given to different foster homes. I was then moved to several other foster homes, and at the age 6-7 I was physically and emotionally abuse at one time. I was then moved again just to be adopted and then unadopted, sent to a military school then hospital then crisis unit then Goodwill Hinckley and then a family focus, then finally reunited with my father. That didn't turn out to well, because we began to fight and the cops were called many times. I have also tried to commit suicide multiple times. I am diagnosed with PTSD and Reactive Attachment Disorder of Infancy and Early Childhood, and I might possibly be Bipolar like my mom. I have moved in with some of my friends at some point but along the way I've been broken and humiliated. You want to know how old I am now? 15. Just turn in November 2011. I live in a foster home that's "okay" now but I fear that I will never be complete again. I have many times seen people with their real families, and wonder "I wonder what that feels like?"
But I guess I'll never know. I have been through a lot and try not to think about it. I don't look for pity parties or anyones kind words. I just wanted to tell MY story because some people need to understand that what they have isn't as bad as they could have it. Thank you for reading this. (: Keep smiling. x |
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| Posted by anonymous at December 3, 2011 |
Never been a spoiled child, no brothers or sisters, since i can remember, ive always been a puppet, told to go to school, dont go anywhere but school, weekends are for studying, what your career will be, what university you'll go, any party or something social like that was a waste of time...hell even in holidays i was with a math book in my hand , my parents separated when i was 8, father was an aggressive bipolar commie and my mother a careless pacifist party animal (father once told me i almost drown in a pool cause she was supposed to look for me and she fell asleep while a just learned to run kid was playing around the pool), you may think opposites attract... well they don't. After the divorce, there was like a competition whether who i loved more... by giving me lots and lots of gifts (remember kids, stuff=love). I ended up (ask my retard 8 year old self what i was thinking) living with my dad, since i remember, living with him was the "good studying to be a doctor way" or the "back of the belt in the face way". Since i got as much social skills as a brick, i was rapidly turned into a bullying target in school, beaten up by students much older than me and being laughed at by kids the same age, i can still remember that time when i was in fifth grade and a kid from twelfth grade and his 2 friends beat me up, then put a switchblade in my neck just to scare the hell out of me. Love life?.....pfffff what a joke, still a virgin and always ending up in the friendzone a... |
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