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1 month ago · · Stress, · Explicit
I don’t know if I’m just overdramatic, But I remember how my parents always screamed ( or how my dad was beating her) at each other when I was a little kid. I remember how my dad was telling me about his suicidal thoughts and his problems and that everything and everyone is bad and that live is shit ( know he is doing it too but luckily not that often ). I also remember a little bit how
when I was a little kid, everytime we played how he grabbed my ass or breast. He stopped when I turned 8. He also had a porn callender in his room and never put It away from my eye. I didn’t told anyone. I have everything. My live is perfect. when I was send to school psychologist because of the cuts on my arm, I got told to not tell everything, because that would be a shame. But every time I told my mom about my dad telling me his problems again, she said “ other people have it worse than you “ while having a calm smile ( she didn’t meant it bad). that’s true to be honest. I feel like an ungrateful spoiled monster. I’m also 12 so everyone will think I’m one of those attention seekers. And maybe I am. I don’t know, but somehow “sucking up” feels good.