[ SECRET POST #3846 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #3846 ⌋

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Re: How did your parents fuck you up?

[(Anonymous)]

By being a selfish, violent narcissist who abused me physically, emotionally, and in some ways, sexually.

By being hands off as a parent to the point where I had to learn all my lessons from the television and school, which fucked up my perception and approach to basically everything.

By never showing me a good example of a healthy relationship, leaving me to fuck up my existing relationships and end up never trusting anyone else.

By telling me I would always be alone, so that by adulthood, the "prophecy" had come true and, not having had an example of knowing how to maintain a friendship, remained so.

By never nurturing my dreams or getting to know what I wanted out of life, instead pushing me toward some future before I could form my own opinions and pretending it was what I wanted all along. I'm almost fucking 40 and feel like my whole life is gone, all the dreams I could have achieved, with it. I feel like I'm too old to be given a chance because I spent the last few years trying to unfuck everything my shit birthgiver fucked up.

By never getting to know ME as a person and accept ME, by always making me feel like I asked too much.

By grooming me to be the POS' caretaker, trying to get me to buy into the bullshit idea that children owe their parents. Ironically, had the POS done their job, I'd be first in line to wipe their ass when they were old and decrepit.

By trying to control my money by smearing their name feces all over my bank account, and screaming about any financial decisions they did not approve of.

By abusing helpless animals and justifying it by pointing out the price tag and ownership, shrieking about my incompetence because a helpless puppy shit all over my room the first night we got it, and making me feel I, as a kid, had no business being in charge of anything ever.