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My father forced me to have a conversation with him a little while back. We were talking about- I don’t really remember, I guess it was just something small like plans for the week…
Uug, I feel like with the way i’m talking right now, it looks like I’m trying to write a story.
I’m just going to get to the middle of the topic and say this:
My parents lied.
When I told them I Just really wanted to talk to a therapist, they replied, “Oh, you want to talk to a therapist but you don’t want to talk to us? Why don’t you tell us these things? About your problems and what’s bothering you.”
“You think that we aren’t going to understand, but that’s not the case.”
Mom, Dad, I love you. But that’s a complete lie.
When I tell you that I feel uncomfortable about my body, all you say is, “Well yea, you were born that way. You can’t change it, and I guess that’s something you’re going to learn to deal with.”
Then you go on with your day like I just bothered you while you were doing something extremely important. Even when you were the one who wanted to converse with me. You were.
That’s why I try to say nothing about my problems to you.
At this point… It’s mentally exhausting to think about my parents.
They were the ones who said they were getting me a therapist, and then proceeded to forget about it for almost 4 months.
I just want to leave this family. I didn’t want to live with my stepmother and my father in the first place.
I dread coming home to them, almost everyday. They have this Workaholic attitude that gets really annoying. They can’t seem to catch a break. They claim that our house is “like a beehive” (which means very busy)
“And it’s something you’re going to have to get used to.”
I’m done.
I’m just done with these people.
So now I just play the waiting game until I can finally move back to my mother’s house.
sigh…