It breaks my heart that my family punishes me for everything I do (ie dancing, moving away.)
I have a few belongings sitting in the basement at their house. My stuff takes up about 15 square feet of space in the 100+ square foot basement, and every time I return for a holiday or visit, she asks what she can throw away and nags me to move it out. She even offered pack up my stuff and ship it as my birthday gift.
When I moved away from home, my mother painted my bedroom a different color, moved all of her old clothes into the closet, and started calling it the "beige" room instead of "Lucky's" bedroom. (My brother's room is intact and he is older.)
Last time the whole family (plus my brother's girlfriend) was together we went out to dinner and other events, and every time the host asked how many my mother answered 4. (Herself, my father, my brother and his girlfriend.) I'm the one that doesn't count.
And here's the kicker- when I first tried to leave my very abusive ex-boyfriend, he lied to her and manipulated her to take his side and tried to force me to stay with him. She finally learned that I was telling the truth when he started stalking me and everything became apparent. I had to lean on them a lot during that time, and now she mentions it frequently like she's still angry at me about it. (Its not like I PLANNED to be a hassle to them... I know I made the mistake of dating him- but don't you think I suffered enough already??? I learned my lesson.)
I try to be understanding and forgive them- because family is family no matter what...
But sometimes I hate them for hating me. Life's just not fair is it? I guess I haven't accepted that yet...



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, but maybe the bright side is it will bring me closer to my bf and my friends... thank you!
I just refused to go back after that.

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