Why am I treated different in my family?
Thursday, February 10th, 2011Here’s a short version. Sorry about the bigger one. I’m just going to go do something and probably stupid if I can’t vent a bit and ask questions.
Well, here is the thing I am one of 5 16,10,9,7 me 14. I’m a girl.
My younger sisters 7,10 get whatever they want. They touch and break my stuff but never get punished or yelled at. I touch there’s I’m yelled at and punished. I have to clean the room not them. It’s usually their mess.
My older brother smokes and drinks. He beats me my mom just tells him not to do it and shows him the marks on my legs and arms and he just laughs.
I’m use to pain because that’s what I’ve endured for years. I get hit it will only hurt for a bit depends on how hard I get hit.
I’m the one who cleans. I’m the one who has to baby sit. Not my 16 year old brother. He gets to do whatever friends, beach. I baby sat 2 summers without going anywhere. What a life of nothing. :(
My sisters cruse and so does my brothers but my parents crack down hard on me if I slip a word by accident. I try not to.
My parents fight all the time.
My aunts doesn’t believe me only my mother. My mom lies alot. If I don’t agree with her. She’s mad.
My mother hits me in the head. She gets really mad if I don’t agree with what she has to say.
I lost it yesterday and now have to huge lips. My mother said she didn’t love me and I replied I didn’t care. She hit my in the face of 20 times. I’m not lying about the number either. She kept hitting me in the face with her hand. My noise bleed.
Before she has kicked me in the head. Slammed me up against a wall.
I’m sick and tired of all the crap but what is something I can do to past time about 4 years and something days.
If I’m wrong or right. I’m wrong in everyone’s eyes.
Just can’t take a risk either my dog I rescued which my grandpa basically told my father he had to get. Sadly can’t live with him he ends up in the hospitable alot. Anyway. He was also put down my dog and if he goes back to the SPCA he’ll be put down. I don’t want to loss him or end up in a worse home with someone doing things to kids. I don’t have friends because who would want to bring them to my house.
I’m basically all alone.
What made you feel better?
Have you been in the same situation?
I know I should tell someone but whenever I went to school I would tell them I fell down the steps or out of a tree. When actually I didn’t I ware jeans because I don’t want anyone to see and sweetshirts.
sorry about the bad writting