Coming to terms
RANT: Realizing that both my parents were just as bad has been an eye opening experience to say the least. I guess mainly because I was fed by my father that it was my mother who caused all this pain and she’s the “bad”one. But in reality it’s both of them and mainly him now since I still live with him. Growing up my mother made it a competition. She told me that my father didn’t love her anymore because of me. Controlled how I dress, ate, and friends. Would ignore me and treat my brother so well. My father and her relationship was tumultuous. They would get into fights sometimes physical then make up and act like it never even happened. My father is an alcoholic and a gambler. He takes everything out on me as I’m the only one in the house with him. I didn’t make a sandwich right he threw it at me. I didn’t pick up dog poop on time he threw it in my room. He broke cabinets from being so upset. He buys me smart water to “make me smarter.” I can’t take it anymore seriously. I have to go to the casino for hours and sit there and gamble with him as he makes uncomfortable comments to any female. He’s always bringing up dying and how he won’t live much longer and if he’s angry he’ll say he’s going to write my brother and I out of his will because we’re ungrateful and to “teach us a lesson.” Seriously when will this ever end. I’m at my wits end and feel like I’m going to explode. He thinks so little of me and makes me feel so small. He always has to put me down.