My mom is an emotionally abusive b**ch. A lot of friends and family think she’s so great, but she’s really not. She’s constantly mean to me and puts me down. I have mental health issues because of her abuse. I literally ran to my boyfriend’s place before the Covid-19 lockdown in my city so I didn’t have to be quarantined with her. I’m dealing with the quarantine so much better here than I would be at home. Why does she hate me so much? What did I do to deserve this treatment?
Tonight I am crying myself to sleep because of a video about a kid’s dad who was supposed to go on a trip with him but left. My dad did that a lot too. Why can’t I tell anyone about my dad? I envision my peers asking, “What’d your dad say?” And I envision myself responding with, “LOL, he didn’t respond.” However, inside my head, I’m like, “He died…”
I wish my mom remarried someone so I don’t have to worry anymore about having to lie about having a dad. I wish I had a dad so bad. Seeing my cousins have dads that are still here is slowly killing me inside. I always care about anyone who shows up in my life but I never show it. I care so much, but if they ever get out of my life, I get so worked up. I try and try to forget and avoid them until I’m finally able to do so, and then I totally stop talking to them.