Some times my mind plays tricks on me. I think people actually care about me but then this happens (below). I also think I'm paranoid but I don't really know so, meh.
Anyway, recently someone did something to me. Well actually he's been doing crap for awhile and hiding it behind 'love and care'. Yeah right. There's no way his continued refusal to admit that she actually said that stuff to me, screaming at me for not backing down about it, and just generally making me and my life feel like a piece of s**t akin to my lovely high school classmates is love.
I'd go far enough to call it a form of abuse. Why the heck else does he do this? I know he knows at least part of what I've said she does is true. I've HEARD him tell her to be quiet so I don't hear her. It's a slap in the face. Why is it okay for him to jump down anyone's throat who harms his precious son but this is okay?
The stress alone from this is enough to put me back in my HS mindset which was depressing and possibly slightly suicidal. Knowing him and how he's acted however, he'd probably just say 'go ahead'.
Whatever. August 30th-ish. If all goes well I'm off to college and I'm spending at least two entire months there. And if not...apartment hunting. I hate spending time at home. In my little, barely bigger than a prison cell, bedroom. At least stupid other male has stopped (screaming - mostly) but he's just like him. Thinks it's perfectly okay to screw with people's heads and harm them that way just as long as he's not using his fists.
And I'm the messed up one.
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