You are probably wondering who I am and what problem I have here. I'm very sorry if this is not a suitable place to discuss people's problems. Well, it's not that hard to live in this unfair world. But I have a problem with it. Straight to the point, I hate my mom as well as my father too. Both of them are the reasons why I want to stop living here or kill myself, so I couldn't see their faces anymore. My mom is not a university student. She quit after high school and lived as a normal housewife. My father? Quite a successful man. But I don't adore him that much. I appreciate that they raised me until now, but how they treated me when I was a teenager was so bad that I wish they were not my parents at all. nMy siblings have the same experience, which is kind of worse than mine, I think.
When I was 11, I forgot my exam paper, and when I got home, my mom asked for it. When I told her that I had forgotten, she started to throw me to the ground. My head started to bleed. "Bleed" I don't know how to describe the whole situation. For me, that's the first time my mom started to tremble when she saw my head and started apologising a few times. But now, it's repeated. I lied about buying a K-pop photo card. She started to rage, and she lost control of herself. She threw a stone, the big one, at me. I lost my words. I didn't expect she would go that far. It's not only her actions that hurt me; her words too. by comparing me with others, saying that I'm lazy, and more. When I was in school, I was always disturbed by my mom's words. I couldn't focus in class.
I couldn't ever hold my anger. I'm not one of those people who can hold theirs. By saying this, welcome home, my father. I know my father really well. He's the type who does not like to waste money on buying useless things. And he was just trying to be fair to us siblings. But he is the worst, I swear. His purpose was right, but his action was wrong.
I've never felt unfair, but he is an abusive father. I don't even want to write this or even remember all the things that he did to me. So let's call it a nightmare of a child that is traumatised by her childhood.
