Pass on by if you don’t have any trauma in your life. But If you have trauma in your life, feel free to read on down there. Do you sometimes feel like the whole world is out for you? Like everyone dislikes you? I’m sad I think. I hope no one takes offense from this project. Is it normal that every day when I get home from school, my parents just want to yell at me? My mom finds something wrong with me no matter what, and my dad always takes her side. My dad tried to tell me he loved me because he was bringing me along on an expensive trip, as though he was trying to prove his love with money. Then right after, he said he might not bring me on the trip. My mom treats my older brother like he’s the sun, and I’m just a speck of dust. My mom constantly buys gadgets and prizes and cool things for my brother, and half the time, he doesn’t even acknowledge my mom. When I made a homemade pop-up card for my dad, I found it in the trash later. My mom just stuffed hers into a drawer, and forgot about it. My dad calls me stupid and idiotic practically every day. I get emotional really easily, like I cry at a sad movie, and I cry at a sad book, so all it takes is one person being mad at me, and the floodgates open. It’s really hard for me to stop once I’ve started, and then my dad starts telling me to stop crying, which makes me feel like an even bigger idiot. It feels like whenever I’m at home, and someone steps close to my room, my whole body tenses up, and I’m terrified someone’s gonna come in and yell at me about keeping my grades up, or some other little thing. But then I look to my brother, and my parents are tip-toeing around him, always at his beck-and-call. My only safe places are in a book, or with my dog. just a few months ago, my mom barged into my room in the morning, and yelled at me to get out. She yanked off my covers, and threw them all over the floor. She started sweeping all my books and art supplies off my table, before, grabbing me, and shoving me out of my own room. Then she poured water all over my bed, and left to go to a meeting. I was kind of in shock the whole time, so I just over packed a bag like I always do, and left for my friend's house. But later, my friend’s mom told me that my mom texted her to bring me back. I stayed the night there anyways, but my dad made me go back the next day. I don’t think that that’s a normal way for parents to act, because all my other friends’ parents are so nice, and kind whenever I come over. They’re always talking about how their parents bought them this, or took them where, or they went to go see this movie. My friends said they went to watch a movie, and they said they asked my parents if I could go, but my parents didn’t even tell me about it. I found out later when my dad off-handedly mentioned it a few days after. My mom gets mad really easily, like when I asked her to close my door so I could practice my flute in peace, but then she started yelling at me about how she didn’t care if I was being loud. My dad turned up, to ask my mom to lower her volume, and to think about her son who was studying, but when my mom told him that I wanted to close my door, and she made it sound so extravagant, like I was such a delinquent. Then my dad took her side, and my mom came in, and started throwing my stuff around again, and she took the book I was reading too, refusing to give it back later, even though it was a library book. She also grabbed my backpack, and threw it on the ground really hard. I went to make some crafts, but my dad came in, and said I should do what my mom said. He got mad at me for cleaning up so slowly, and yelled at me for making him talk to my back for the last ten minutes. Then he just left. It feels nice to put this all down in words, and I hope maybe one day I’ll be able to look back at this and laugh it off. I wonder if going through this is what makes it so easy for me to write traumatizing backstories. That, and the fact that I read way too many horror stories for my own good. FNAF and Poppy Playtimes are good nightmare inducing games. And the book versions too. If y’all have any advice, throw it at me. Edit)) yey now my mom is comparing me to Cosmic and Namcy (@Cosmic_Bottlecap & @Minglan000) Just in case y’all took the time to read through all of that, comment ‘Marshmallow’ for fun.
Please don’t get mad at me for posting this. I’ll take it down if anyone finds it offensive or anything. wow ten people have seen this.
