PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TAKE YOUR TIME TO READ THIS!!!!! Ok Here goes.
First of all, my mom died of leukemia when i was 9. I pretty much had to watch her die in the hospital. My dad was so deeply in love with her it wasn't even funny. She was in the hospital for 3 years. She got on the front cover of the newspaper once for having 2 umbilibical cord transplants. Finally when she died, my dad lost himself. He was in deppression. He tried meetings with social groups on single fathers to vent, but it turns out. that there weren't any. Unleast none with the loss of a wife and not-remarried (Only divorce). Anyway, my dad also struggles with severe financial stress. The hospital left my family 8million dollars in dept. Also, I have a phsyco aunt who stole from us and screwed us over with money from a house we used to live in, in Florida. This financial state concluded my family to have about milk, hotdogs, and butter in our fridge. That's about it. And I can't even remember the last time I got lunch money from him. (The way we get fed is because we go to my aunts all the time---not the phsyco one tho lol) So now, my dad makes me really really angry because he is starting to drink more and more. I mean, he doesn't get drunk, but he gets buzzed every night. I can kind of see it's just to get his mind off his problems. The last time I remember him getting drunk was on mothers day. Go figure... Not only that tho, he doesn't just get buzzed every night, he also brings a bunch of his friends (Aka-drunks) over to our house every single night. There are two people he actually lets sleepover at my house. Andrew and Cindy. My dad is trying to get them to rehab. I try to tell him though that if he really cared about me and my 2 brothers, he would put us before Andrew and Cindy, but he always goes into a lecture about compassion and understanding. My dad has also told me, that since i'm the youngest, he feels absolutley horrible for me because I barely have any good memories with my mom. (Wich is true) The only memories I have with my mom for maybe except 3, are sitting next to her while she was in her hospital bed. It's no use anymore. He always tells me he wants the best childhood I could ever get. But Iv'e experienced seeing someone high, drunk, and a fist fight at my own house, at age 12. Do you call that a childhood? On top of all that, my 13 year old brother, and my 15 year old brother have been high together before. They tell me they just wanted to experience it once in their lives, and that they are not addicted. I know they are telling the truth, but it still upsets me to know that they would even choose such a terrible choice as that. My 13 yr. old bro said he loves the feeling beeing high. When he said this, i wanted to burst into tears knowing that because of this, he might want to do it again. And now adding more to my miserable life, i have no one to turn to. My cousin on my moms side that is my age, is the biggest brat, makes fun of me, and puts so much pressure on me. My cousin on my dads side who is my age, is the nicest thing in the world, and I love her to death. But, her family are Jehovah Witnesses so her mom is always all up in my personal life, extremely overprotective, and trying to like change me to being perfect in every way possible. As for my friends, they all think I'm weird and talk about me behind my back. I don't know if I have a social problem from my messed up life or something. Last but not least, as a result of living with all boys, my house is absolutely disgusting. When relatives come over (wich is I can't even remember the last time) I can just see the look of disgust on there face. This makes me too embarassed to ever in a million years invite some of my (fake) friends over. Well actually, I'm also embarassed to have them over from the drunks at my house too. Not to mention if you never saw my dad, i have to admit, he would look really scary. In conclusion, my life has led me to be self-concious, bad social communication, and "weird". And like I have said before, I just don't know what to do anymore. I honestly think I'm going to crack. I can't take it anymore.
PS- just to tell you I couldn't help but cry while writing this.
So Please help me before I'm permanentley scarred. Thanks...
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