My story starts back when I was a few months old, my two older sisters (who my parents actually give a shit about) treated me like a test dummy, always throwing me around and hitting me, when I was old enough to retaliate to their at times completely unprovoked abuse, I would get the blame. We moved around alot and surprise surprise every fucking time I got the smallest bedroom. My parents are alright most of the time but whenever my sisters did something wrong the worst they ever got was a yelling at, me on the other hand, my dad has lost his rag at times and beat me, which was usually followed by him being extremely sorry and me falling for it every time being convinced it wouldn't happen again, obviously being deceived. At the dinner table everybody has a laugh, telling jokes, coming up with stupid ideas to which I contribute and am told that I'm a fucking idiot with some of the ideas and jokes I tell (that are actually liked by my friends and even their families) which usually ends up in me storming off, later being told that I'm overreacting and being deceived into believing that I'm not oppressed by my family. My sisters are spoilt, I have my share but they always get alot more than me, which I dont bother complaining about anymore because my parents tell me the same old shit saying that what they want isn't as expensive as what I want even though they get new designer clothes every weekend and I get nothing after asking for a few things. To make me feel even worse my sisters get more praise because they get better grades than me at school with their A's and A*'s compared to me with B's and C's. I am actually convinced that I was an accident which my parents always deny because they don't want me feeling oppressed even though it is fucking obvious that i am. I would like finish my story on a positive note, I have had a fairly good life, I'm just fed up of being oppressed by my family. | |
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