My parents ... not sure why I'm posting this...

During my childhood (from since I can remember to high school) I didn't really received much attention from my parents… at least not emotional attention.

My parents never had time for me.

Some of us already knew that about you. :)

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Sad story but it seems like you found your soul mate there! I'm glad for you. I also grew up in similar conditions although slightly worse. My dad used to drink a lot as well and he would become extremely violent after a few beers. He would always look for reasons to beat up my mother and my siblings while under the influence of alcohol. Just as you I hate alcohol because of this. My dad would beat my sister up because she didn't make the coffee good enough. When this happened she was sitting on the couch watching TV and my dad walked up to her from behind and dragged her out of the couch by pulling her ears and slapping her all over the face. Imagine my chock, a 12 year old kid back then, watching TV with my sister and all of sudden he starts beating her up.

But the one in my family who suffered the most, and still is, is my mom. She was the one to take all the crap from my father. Whenever my dad fought with my siblings and my mom was on their side he would beat her up because she didn't agree with him. I was depressed most of my high school years and never socialized outside of school because my dad wouldn't let me. I did hang out with my friends occasionally but very rarely. My dad wanted me to study every day after school for several hours. Of course back then I was so depressed and I didn't want to study because when you're depressed you really see no point in it. So what did I do? I didn't study, I didn't socialize with friends and I wasn't doing sports of any kind. My computer was my escape from the crap life I had back then. Every time after school I'd sit in front of my computer until it was bed time. The next day I would repeat the same thing. Did this help me in any way? Nope. It only made things worse. Now my dad would yell at me for spending too much time at the computer and not being social enough. This made my depression even worse. One day he beat up my mom and it was really silent and awkward in our house the following days. But the silence burst when he started yelling at me for sitting at the computer. He literally jumped out of the couch and was about to hit me but he stopped himself. I cried in bed that night and started beating myself. The next day I had bruises all over my face.

Today my siblings are all working and are living with their boyfriends/girlfriends. I stil live at home but study at university and I hate every minute of it. I'm not studying for my own good, I'm doing it for my mom and dad so they can be proud of me. My mom... well she's not happy. Occasionally maybe when the entire family is gathered and her grandchildren are visiting, but I can tell she's not happy with her life and probably hasn't been since she married that piece of shit. He has made her life a living hell including my own life.

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I miss my boyfriend a lot… We decided to stay with our own parents during the vacations…. so he went back to cali and I had to stay here because my dad is doing a research and my mom wouldn't stay alone in our house because in my opinion she has dependency problems.

Since I can remember I have always been depressed… until I met my boyfriend. He kind of made all the darkness go away. I've never felt so comfortable with someone before. I can talk to him about everything and that has really helped me a lot.

During my childhood (from since I can remember to high school) I didn't really received much attention from my parents… at least not emotional attention. I mean, they would always try to please me with material things and they would always say "yes"…. but they were never really there for me.

I wanted regular parents… Parents who say "no" sometimes… parents who punish their kids when they do something that's wrong… and I did a lot of bad things.

My parents never had time for me. They were always with their friends laughing, gossiping and drinking pretty alcoholic drinks. … Maybe that's why I hate alcohol. They would always make an excuse to make a party. The holidays were my least favorite days. During the preparations for the parties my dad was always so angry because he is such a perfectionist. He would often say bad words and curse everything … even what is considered holy.

I always thought he was a huge hypocrite because he used to talk so much about religion and criticize people for doing bad things but he was exactly the same.

I hated my dad for a long time because he used to make my mom cry and I hated her for being so submissive and not doing anything. She would just cry…

They were two-faced…. When we were alone my dad would just work, work, work and practically ignore me and my brother…. and my mother did the same… and when she was not working she was gossiping (there were exceptions)….. but when their friends were around they were good loving parents….

Mom was my favorite because she used to tell us stories sometimes before going to bed and she used to be with us during school awards, plays, graduations… etc…. Dad was always too busy. I'm not sure why… I mean he is a biologist but I've seen my biology professors spend time with their family and go to their school activities…

I think they feel guilty now because my mom cries and apologize for "not being a great mother" …. and my dad has a weird way to express the same. I think it is kind of late… I mean I obviously forgive them but I will never be able to have a personal conversation with them. Honestly, I kind of avoid my dad. I love him but ….idk… I just don't like to be with him… it feels awkward.


Anyway, I think that is all. I just needed to express myself because I've been feeling kind of bad lately.

I cannot wait for the classes to start… I miss college, professors, people and my boyfriend.

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look sweetie, kids don't come with instruction manuals and there aren't any "how-to" classes for parents to take either so they muddle through it as best they can. it sounds to me like you had a pretty good life so far. your parents may not have been as attentive as you would have liked, but they saw to it that you had a lot more than some kids get.

it is a shame that most parents are still kids themsleves when their children are born. some parents are just too young emotionally themselves to have kids but it still happens. it is too bad that we aren't born old and experienced and then get to go backwards. by the time we are young enough to have kids we would have all the wisdom needed to be good parents.

be grateful for what you have. accept your parent's apologies and move forward...you are a lucky girl.

I know. You all are like psychologists or something.

I know. You all are like psychologists or something.

Well I started college majoring in psychology. Then learned where the money was.

Some of us already knew that about you. :)

Who bought your clothes ? Who fed you ? Who bought you the stuff you wanted ? Who put a roof over your head ? Who took you to the hospital when you was sick ? Who paid for your college ? Your upset because they did not surrender 100 percent of their lives to you... and you give full credit to your happiness to some shmuck who may be gone in a week .

Your a spoiled brat... loser

I wanted to be a psychologist but everyone thought I needed to study something harder.

How you gonna treat people as a psycologist if you yourself are mental...huh ?

I'm totally sane.

I also wanted to be a nutritionist.