Replace guy with girl and this describes my life perfectly. I'm sorry you're going through this, I know how shit it feels and I truly hope you manage to find somebody IRL you can call a friend soon.Blue Dragon wrote:
The fact that I simply can't make friends. It's always been a problem for me, I've never had IRL friends because people often think I'm that weird/annoying guy that is always alone. I'm not exactly an attention whore, but I feel very bad knowing that I have no one IRL I can trust and know that they're my friends.
I've already given you my advice about this but whether he does or doesn't want anything to do with you - you need to make a decision that will benefit you the most. As you should know, I'm always here to talk. <3Kyonko Hizara wrote:
Feeling like my bf wants nothing to do with me
Usually I say TL;DR to long posts like these but I actually took the time to read it and wow. I know this won't make your situation any better but I'm so sorry you have to go through such shit treatment from the people who are meant to love you the most. I hope you can move out sometime soon so you can finally feel freedom and happiness, I really am upset you have to put up with this.MegaRevolution1 wrote:
Story time~
So, a couple days ago, I agreed to go to work with my dad. I hate it so much, but I was being offered $50 in return, enough for the MGS Legacy Collection I've been eyeing, so I agreed anyway.
Most of the reason why I hate working with him is because I usually get yelled at often about how my appearance is "embarrassing" and stuff, along with being overly criticized and treated like I'm f***ing mentally challenged for slightly messing something small up. Also, he works a self employed painter and stuff for home improvement, so most of the work is just pretty awful within itself.
Anyways, I had to wake up at 6 o'clock or he would leave without me, so the night before (yesterday night), I decided to sleep early for once, after having been up all night all summer and sleeping till noon (mostly to avoid time with my f***ing awful family). I end up falling asleep at about 11 o'clock, which was pretty impressive for me. And that's where my luck ended.
I woke up at 1 AM, only two hours later. Needless to say, I know I need this sleep, so I just lie there doing nothing. After just trying for an entire hour, I give up, realizing I won't be sleeping at all. As a result, I just talk to my friends on Skype and watched The Grey for the first time. It somehow managed to last me the night.
6AM shows up, and I decide to go downstairs, despite being tired. I needed the money, and I needed that collection, so I wasn't going to let a little lack of energy ruin that for me. My dad wakes up ten minutes later, and the first thing he does is make a really snide and rude comment assuming I didn't sleep. Despite being true, I didn't want to admit it. He was assuming I stayed up purposely and played games, when that's not the case (I have some insomnia issues). Though, I'm sure that him doing it would have been inevitable, whether I was down there or still in bed.
Anyways, getting ready, and he hands me this really dirty and torn up work shirt. Since I have a huge issue with showing any part of my stomach at all, I ask for one that doesn't have a gaping hole on the middle of it. He gives a really rude scoff, and then hands me another really dirty, but less torn shirt (there were still holes here and there, but not ones large enough to be revealing). Anyways, all done, and he throws a fit about my hair. He says that if I don't slick it back and tie it in a ponytail, he would leave me behind. Again, my need for money is triumphant. I just push my hair back and put the bottom in a ponytail while wearing a bandana to cover my forehead, and he still ends up complaining about how I "didn't do it right", causing me to waste another five minutes fixing my f***ing hair so he would stop b****ing. Not once did I break throughout that time.
Anyways, skip through some time, already met the guy, started working, blah blah blah, criticizing everything I do like he's Chef godda*n Ramsay, etc.
Anyways, to hurry this post/story up, I put up with the nasty attitude of his and everything from the time we arrive (7) till we left (4). On the way home, I ask if we could stop by the GameStop so I could pick up my game I earned (I worked non-stop throughout the time there).
His response?
"No".
Why did he say no? Because of my f***ing alholic, verbally abusive mother. She f***ing told him NOT to pay me, and doesn't even have the godda*n courtesy to explain WHY. But he will listen to her, because if he doesn't, she will f***ing scream and yell non-stop till she passes out during a drunken rampage.
And that's where I broke. I put up with working in a blazing hot house all day, being told how useless I am at stuff I have NO EXPERIENCE in, and tons of other bulls***, just so I can be denied my f***ing pay because my mom doesn't want me to get my money.
I f***ing despise this house and these people. This is but a small example on a huge list of s*** I deal with on a daily basis because of them. When I finally leave this he||hole, I am changing EVERYTHING so they can never talk to me ever again.
I'm sure they wouldn't mind, other than the fact they will lose their main punching bag.