⚠︎ Warning: talk about depression, eating disorders, and parents being mean ⚠︎
I kinda like, hate my parents. (my mom, aunt and grandma)
That’s terrible of me to say but it’s true.
They do nice things for me and say nice things to me but within the same day, they’ll turn around and get mad at me for something as simple as getting on my phone or playing a game & then they’ll be passive aggressive to me for the rest of the day and it’ll throw the whole day off.
Like I used to genuinely get beat for having feelings and emotions but now they won’t hit me because I’m legally an adult and I could probably throw hands back and call the cops or something.
I remember every time I would be in a depressive episode, my parents didn’t provide comfort or encouraging words. They asked me about school and that was as far as our conversations went.
When my eating disorder would get triggered, they would make fun of me for trying to lose weight while simultaneously making fun of fat people IN MY FACE, They would also make fun of me for being skinny which is confusing (?)
Not to mention how they keep trying to (and somewhat successfully) put me and my 10 y/o sister against each other.
But that’s a whole different post.
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