Jul 01, 2008 07:05AM
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I just want to write this out, it makes me feel better when I do!!
GRR!
My step dad and mom come down the stairs earlier griping at eachother, while I'm napping [FINALLY] on the couch and wake me.. Then my step dad comes in and starts wrustling around bags and cans and such. Paying no mind to the fact that I would LOVE some freaking SLEEEEP! >:( I went upstairs to the bathroom then he come up to his room so I went and asked if he was done and he says angrily " Yeah! There's nothing to fix down there." I said with clear attitude "Uh Yeah! Trust me, I KNOW that." It just gets me so mad when I really stop to think about it.
How bad of parents they truly are. Going out to fast food almost everyday. [Just as well. Let him clog his arteries with his own greed!!] And getting nothing for us! Nothing!! While we sit there hungry, loathing the next time we have to cook another damned frozen pizza, canned ravioli, bagel or poptart! EW!!! Makes me so MAD!
They pay no mind to us and go about their daily lives as if they did not ever have kids. When I think about my earlier years, at the ages of 12 and 13, a hurt and angry adolescent, I recall all of the extensively eratic behaviour. My cries for help. And how they were ignored. I think about the screaming-almost crying, to loud music in my room on almost a daily basis. I think of the cuts that began to find themselves across my wrists. I think of the times I would not eat. I think of eating and imediately puking. Of hating myself. I think of sneaking out at night, barely 13, with my best friend wondering the cold, dark streets of the lower-end of town in the middle of the night. I remember the drinking, the drugs. I think of all of my F***** up problems.. Where they stemmed from... And most of all, how they were ignored.
No one noticed a single cut on my wrist, I bared them loudly on my arms as a constant reminder of my internal agony and a bright red flag dying for some attention. They were not concealed all of the time. And yet, no one noticed. That hurt more than the knife that pierced the skin. The times I would sit in my room and bawl my eyes out just wishing someone would come and comfort me and truly ask, with concern rather than frustration, what was really wrong with me. Was it the step dad that treated us all like dirt? The new step-sibling appearing out of nowhere that I was forced to accept and get used to? My father running out of my life with my then-baby brother who I adored? Or was it the simple emotional neglect I experienced on a day-to-day basis?
Who knows.
They got me into counseling, but I saw it more of... so that they didn't have to deal with my depression and fits of rage. They ranted on to the Dr.s about how bad I was all of the time.. They didn't look to themselves for my behaviour... They didn't try to find the cause, just the cure. Threw me on some medication and figured suppressing my emotions with pills would fix their own problem. Me.
One day, for no real reason, I had a revalation and appreciated the world. I stopped the fighting. I straightened up, for the most part. I matured. Made an effort to change.. Unfortunately in that effort I left everyone else behind.
Everyone still has the same old problems. The same poor unhealthy lifestyle and habits. The same uncaring. They ignore my step brother just the same and I see it. I see how it effects him emotionally, and how behind he is, socially. How he could be 'better'. And how, as much as it pains me to say it.... At this point I'm failing to even care.
:(
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