When I was younger, all I wanted was to be validated. I was very open back then. I'd tell my whole life story to someone I'd just met hoping that I'd find validation. I never did.
I don't talk much now. I've become so cynical.
I've been surrounded by people who have taken advantage of me.
My father is not a father. The last time he bought me clothes was when I was 9. It was easy to overlook that I didn't have anything suitable to wear outside of school since I didn't have a growth spurt and uniforms were worn in schools. I starved when I lived with him. He could well afford to feed me. Instead he chose to spend his money on his hobbies. Of the few times he took me out was to knock on some random person's house to ask if my stepmother, who'd run away from the house after an argument, was there. He was too much of a coward to ask himself and had to ask his child to do it for him. Bastard.
My mother is a selfish bitch. She left me when I was 9. She came back again 3 years later when she was desperate for money and hoped that if she took his child as hostage my father would give in to her. It didn't work and she gave up and deposited me with my father after a year.
By this time, my father felt betrayed by his children and we were objects that he didn't bother to feed or clothe properly after that. What a man to take revenge on his own children.
My mother never worked a proper job the whole year I was with her. She foisted me off relatives who were resentful of having to take care of an extra mouth to feed. She never worked a proper job after I left either. She was hoping after I'd finished school and uni I'd support her. I remember her asking when I was in uni to pay off a debt she owed to someone and to tell them I was her daughter. Bitch. I never paid her debt off or supported her after uni. Bitch didn't deserve it.
I don't talk much now. I've become so cynical.
I've been surrounded by people who have taken advantage of me.
My father is not a father. The last time he bought me clothes was when I was 9. It was easy to overlook that I didn't have anything suitable to wear outside of school since I didn't have a growth spurt and uniforms were worn in schools. I starved when I lived with him. He could well afford to feed me. Instead he chose to spend his money on his hobbies. Of the few times he took me out was to knock on some random person's house to ask if my stepmother, who'd run away from the house after an argument, was there. He was too much of a coward to ask himself and had to ask his child to do it for him. Bastard.
My mother is a selfish bitch. She left me when I was 9. She came back again 3 years later when she was desperate for money and hoped that if she took his child as hostage my father would give in to her. It didn't work and she gave up and deposited me with my father after a year.
By this time, my father felt betrayed by his children and we were objects that he didn't bother to feed or clothe properly after that. What a man to take revenge on his own children.
My mother never worked a proper job the whole year I was with her. She foisted me off relatives who were resentful of having to take care of an extra mouth to feed. She never worked a proper job after I left either. She was hoping after I'd finished school and uni I'd support her. I remember her asking when I was in uni to pay off a debt she owed to someone and to tell them I was her daughter. Bitch. I never paid her debt off or supported her after uni. Bitch didn't deserve it.
