My mom and me used to get along, but as puberty set in and teenage years went by, we've grown apart.
She is an extreme overacheiver, and if my life wasn't perfectly organized all hell went loose. In high school, she would read through every single assignment,and if I didn't get a B+ at the least, she would ask the teacher if I could resubmit the whole thing. Once she even made me redo an entire semester's worth of science exams, all because I had a C+ in science that year. Se made me sit down and tutor me through the whole curriculum for at least an hour each day. She was so harsh that I would run to my room and cry after each session.
My dad is a much better parent to me, but he is a doctor and spends all his time at work.
When things got really bad, I would try and tell them how I felt, and they would understand. They would try for around a week, but after that things got back to normal.
My parents have never abused me in any way, just to set that straight. Nevertheless, we never seem to get along, and I don't really recall a recent conversation we've had that didn't end in a fight. I do my best, really I do, but when my parents start walking all over me I feel like suffocating, lose control, and try to leave before I do something I'll regret.
A few years ago, we moved to a new place and I was depressed. I even came very close to suicide on multiple occasions. In the end, my friends helped me get through it. I don't think my parents actually ever noticed my yearlong depression.
I tried telling them, but all I got was "you're too young to know what depression is. Stop talking about things you don't understand."
And that was it. Somehow they overlooked the rope marks on my neck and the scars on my wrists.
I think I still love my parents, but I moving away and leaving this toxic atmosphere as soon as I can.
I hate my mother
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My mom and me used to get along, but as puberty set in and teenage years went by, we've grown apart.
She is an extreme overacheiver, and if my life wasn't perfectly organized all hell went loose. In high school, she would read through every single assignment,and if I didn't get a B+ at the least, she would ask the teacher if I could resubmit the whole thing. Once she even made me redo an entire semester's worth of science exams, all because I had a C+ in science that year. Se made me sit down and tutor me through the whole curriculum for at least an hour each day. She was so harsh that I would run to my room and cry after each session.
My dad is a much better parent to me, but he is a doctor and spends all his time at work.
When things got really bad, I would try and tell them how I felt, and they would understand. They would try for around a week, but after that things got back to normal.
My parents have never abused me in any way, just to set that straight. Nevertheless, we never seem to get along, and I don't really recall a recent conversation we've had that didn't end in a fight. I do my best, really I do, but when my parents start walking all over me I feel like suffocating, lose control, and try to leave before I do something I'll regret.
A few years ago, we moved to a new place and I was depressed. I even came very close to suicide on multiple occasions. In the end, my friends helped me get through it. I don't think my parents actually ever noticed my yearlong depression.
I tried telling them, but all I got was "you're too young to know what depression is. Stop talking about things you don't understand."
And that was it. Somehow they overlooked the rope marks on my neck and the scars on my wrists.
I think I still love my parents, but I moving away and leaving this toxic atmosphere as soon as I can.