My Family....
Posted May 22, 2014 by anonymous | 804 views | 1 comments
Growing up, I lived in a split house. My mother left while my Dad married another woman. I was an infant. I grew up with these two parents and occasionally my birth-mom. I was an only child until about the age of five, my mom and dad had my brother, and a year later my sister. When I turned seven my birth mom just dropped off the face of the earth. We lived in Ontario. Right after my second grade school year, I moved all the way to Alberta. I lived in a relativly small town, and I was bullied from about grade six onward. I tried to get my parents involved but they thought I was exaggerating. This was about the time I grew distant from them. We started drifiting. In about grade seven I started self-harming. I continued this through my middle school years and now I'm in high school. I haven't self harmed. And we've moved to a large city just recently. I've made new friends and I feel the best I ever have. One problem. I dislike my family. They aren't mean or abusive, I just don't care about them. I've isolated myself from them so much that, even if I don't admit it often, I would care less if one of them up and left. I feel like a stranger at home, and I often spend my time in my room. I entertain myself fine, even going so far as to (very often) have animated conversations with myself. Now I have plans to emmigrate to Finland, and when I opened up about them my dad got really defensive. He accused me of wanting to leave him and not caring about him. He hit the nail on the head. I lied about those emotions (as I would have to anyone) in order to spare his feelings. But now I'm anxious he knows how little I care for them. Sure, I don't like him. But I still don't want to see him hurt.
Commented Jul 18, 2014 by anonymous
fLxH3E Very informative article.Really thank you! Will read on...