(The following chapter will have a ton of swearing and suicidal references. Read at your own risk. Also, the reason I put the video up there is because it has been playing in my head for a while. Sometimes it makes me feel better. Sometimes worse.)
I honestly can't believe I'm doing this. I never liked venting on social media platforms because it either gets ignore or people think it's fake. But I can't keep this in anymore. No one would probably read this anyways.
For the past several months, my life hasn't been the best. There are like several issues I want to vent about so this will be pretty damn long.
First off, my parents have been fighting a lot. The problem is my dad has been texting his co-worker a lot -like WAY more then he needs to- and my mom feels like he's cheating on her. I can understand why she would think that because you don't text your friends that much. My mom has read the texts and it seems like this bitch is flirting with my dad.
The worse thing about this is the fact they aren't even working right now because Air Canada laid them off thanks to COVID-19. So I highly doubt they're talking anything work-related.
One day, he was invited to his boss's party. His boss is pretty damn rich so he lives in a huge, fancy mansion. And guess who else was invited? The chick my dad texts 24/7. My mom was not very fond by this idea, but she let him go because it's sort of work related. Yeah right, they ain't even working right now.
My mom made him promise that my dad will come back by ten o'clock. Of fucking course he didn't keep that promise. When my mom called him at nine-thirty, it turned they were only eating then! My dad left at three! What the hell were they doing since then?!
My mom was really angry about the fact my dad was still there even though it was past ten. She left our apartment for some time and was chilling near the bus stop. My dad came home around eleven thirty. I was so fucking pissed at him. He was vibing at his boss'es house while my mom is sitting at the bus stop where a bunch of creeps are loitering! Naturally, they were fighting a lot the next day and I was defending my mom. My dad got mad at me instead because I was being brainwashed by my mom. Brainwashed? Brainwashed?! Buddy, I ain't a child anymore, I can see what's happening with my own damn eyes!
However, this doesn't make my mom any Saint either. When she fights with my dad, she ends up turning on me and/or my sister. If I say or do the the wrong thing at the wrong time, not only do I get yelled at, but I also get... beaten.
That's right, my mom beats the shit out of me, rather if I get bad grades or fight with my sister or do nothing at all.
I don't know if this can be considered child abuse because my mom says she loves me and buys me expensive gifts, but this has been happening throughout my whole life. If I try to say anything while she's yelling at me, she considers it back talk and her wrath increases.
I remember one time I was innocently reading when my mom decided that my sister should get off her phone and do some craft because she going to grade one this year. And of fucking course, I was supposed to help her with this unnecessary thing. Naturally, I was annoyed, but went along with it. My mom found a craft online where which required a lot of adult supervision. We didn't even have half of the materials! Now, I couldn't find my mini stapler and went to tell my mom. I don't remember the conversation, but my mom started grabbing my hair and pulling it really hard for showing "attitude". How was I showing attitude?!
The stuff she says can be pretty hurtful too. Like "you're such a dumbass!" or "I pray to God no one ever has a child like you!" Do you know the true meaning of your words and how hurtful they actually are? No wonder I'm depressed all the time.
