My parents were trying to get me to kill myself as a young adult because I tried to do it before
And they thought because the bad kids who used me as a scapegoat called me a bad kid they essentially disowned me in their eyes, hated me, talked behind my back, arranged for me to be miserable every moment if possible and no time happy is simply enough if I have a lesson to learn.
They want me to be respectful when the can’t even respect their ownssons life. They have to own over him because they tried to control every aspect so I’d be miserable from their punishment by coordinating others to attack me for my parents sake and my life is meant to be a joke, unproductive so I can never be successful, but always hated on for not being productive enough when everyone knows I’m not given the same chances and oppurtunity in life.
And then people have the audacity to act like I am a bad guy because it happens to often where those closets are lying and trying to hurt you and control your life creating failures and making them believe with lies they failed for who they are. Never even making a point in a lesson of what they’re supposed to have done wrong but to invalidate their existence and make them feel inherently inferior, untouchable, unlovable. Is that the job of a parent? To ruin their kids lives so they have entertain ment and friendship through making a show out of their kids lives?