Is It My Fault Or My Parents Fault?

The Story

Hello, everyone. I'm a boy of 15 years and I've been feeling more and more useless for three years, and I'm increasingly starting to wonder if it's worth living at all. At a young age when I was 12, my parents were very strict on the part of work. At first, it was just my father, who at the age of 14 had already seen him and my mood was dying, but now even my mother thinks she hates me. My father is the man with the more lucrative work in the family, so he set the rules in a house, and my mother never called or criticized what he made me do. He's been a very terrible father since he was a kid, he didn't just behave humanly, and for the slightest thing, he insulted me like, like, an oven, an idiot, a glam, a summer, etc. He would come home every weekend. Those were the most hateful days of the week. When he got home, I had to be on the line to help him: put the table clean from me, which wasn't such a problem at first, but at 13 he was already making me do a job that no child at 13 should do from the sort of clean-up of the truck and pick up the wood from the table to the third floor alone. difficult physical work (under difficult I mean, difficult for a 13-year-old). Two years ago, my father bought a house that was about to fall, arguing my opinion. And that's where the great grief began. Because me and my brother [who's a little bit better than mine] every day after school and all summer we sit there to help the workers. Over time, I fell for him to the extreme. Then my mother had problems with money, which is one of the main factors for the problems. At 14 years old, my mother hated me constantly, they wanted me to have the apartment cleared and I was required twice a week to clean the whole apartment with a vacuum cleaner and to wipe the dust. And if I didn't, they'd call me to be insulted, punished with even once they hit me. They've already reached such a point that even if I clean up, they fight and punish me, because she comes home tired nervously and blames me literally for being tired and that she has no money and goes to two jobs because of me. This has happened too long, and I can still say things, but I'm going to stop here. I get used to it over time, but the problem is that I've become a big non-unbeaten, I'm rarely happy unless I play on the computer, because only then am I happy. My question is, what do I do? Can I make a change? And whether I have the guilt in general. Thank you in advance!

Last Updated
May 31, 2020
Author:
xxhexcutie

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