Today Was Horrible, Scary, and Dramatic

[.Marik]

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Never mind.

 

[Teran]

Stop being cute.

I thought you guys would show a little more respect for a blog with an evident serious tone.
I guess not.

Show a little courtesy.

 

[SuperBowser]

My family has always been dysfunctional. Back when I lived in the house, we had a minimum of 1 argument a day. Having 2 or 3 wouldn't be out of the ordinary. 97% of the time it was between my parents/sister rather than me being involved. I guess I became a fairly patient person over the years.

Last Easter, we had a family trip in Japan. At the end, my mum commented our family ''only had 4 arguments!'' as if that was a good thing . I'm thankful for the fact that despite how angry and crazy and stupid my family will be, they'll always stick together.

Parents are rarely perfect. But your parents obviously care for you so it's best to just remember that when you do have an argument. It puts the whole situation in perspective. That's the way I prevent myself from getting mad anyway...

 

[Indigo Jeans]

...Remember how I said the arguement escalated and veered wildly off course? Yeah, I wouldn't argue about a pink notebook. >_______________________________>

 

[¯\_S.(ツ).L.I.D._/¯]

Marik is a ****ing beast.

You beat someone senseless when you were 14? Karma's a *****, you gave 'em what they deserved.

 

[Indigo Jeans]

Lol Solid has a great point. XD
They had it coming.

 

[Red-Blue]

Wow. I'm sorry to hear that, T.R.D.S.

I know how you feel, I just want to reveal something about myself to you. Hopefully this will help you prioritize your life, and realize just how important family is.

I've never had a true family since the age of 11. I'm turning 17 now, but that's beside the point.

I live in a foster home, and have been in and out of 7-8 different homes throughout my life. Every day, I had to endure extreme mental and physical abuse, and I would cry for my mother, and nobody would be there to comfort me. Just corrupted and soulless Child Youth Workers, in it for power and a paycheck. Every day, they would put me down, restrain me, beat me up, make me feel worthless. Insult my mother, said she wasn't capable. Inside, I felt so powerless, an 11 year old alone in this cold, cruel world.

I would run away, and I'd just get laughed at, spat on, and put through several "let's make fun of Marik and insult him" sessions, and they'd literally, do just that.

One day I snapped. I destroyed the house I lived in, beat one of the kids unconscious, ripped apart most of the female staff, and I was apprehended by police officers and taken into custody. I was 14.

I don't regret it at all, and I now laugh at the pain I caused them, because they now know the pain they caused me straight for 4 years, a helpless little kid who only wanted to be cared about.

So you know what? F*ck them.

Even to this day, I get insulted and put down over everything. In my current foster home, the amounts of emotional abuse I endure daily would shatter most of you. But I've endured it for so long, it barely affects me. I'm now dead, murdered by the people who were supposed to protect me. A flawed government system that destroys thousands of children each year, as they never see their parents again.

Now, appreciate your parents. You aren't really "dead" yet, because I know if my mother cried like that, if any of the group home staff cried like that, because they were worried about me, I would suddenly realize just how important I am to them. That I'm worth something, that I'm loved.

Your parents love you, they went out looking for you because you scared the sh*t out of your mom, and she was so surprised and relieved you were okay and not murdered in some ditch somewhere, her emotions skyrocketed off the charts.

Let us hope this doesn't happen again. Next time, try to discuss things with your parents before making any hasty decisions.

You never realize what you have until it's gone.

You sound like a very interesting person to talk to, I'll admit.

 

[.Marik]

Marik is a ****ing beast.

You beat someone senseless when you were 14? Karma's a *****, you gave 'em what they deserved.

Heh. Yep, I suppose I did.

"What goes around, comes around".

 

[adumbrodeus]

@Ambrodeus: I'm sorry if I didn't make it clear in the blog. Sometimes, my parents will call me lazy or good for nothing in spurts of anger, but then half an hour later, it's all good. The reason I walked out like that this time is because it was just an all out onslaught. It went on for what seemed like two hours. So, I just needed some alone time. They had never done that kind of name calling before, and I doubt they ever will again. Besides, I'm the kind of person that doesn't give a **** about what people think about me. I never let it affect me. And it sure as hell didn't mentally hurt this time. I just got really rage

And you HONESTLY think that's ok.


Really, abuse is a step-up process, and they've been showing the pattern for a while, and well this seems like something that changes it to all-out abuse.

These patterns don't get any better, they just get worse, and this is something that I'd bring up to a counselor or somebody like that.

Wow. I'm sorry to hear that, T.R.D.S.

I know how you feel, I just want to reveal something about myself to you. Hopefully this will help you prioritize your life, and realize just how important family is.

I've never had a true family since the age of 11. I'm turning 17 now, but that's beside the point.

I live in a foster home, and have been in and out of 7-8 different homes throughout my life. Every day, I had to endure extreme mental and physical abuse, and I would cry for my mother, and nobody would be there to comfort me. Just corrupted and soulless Child Youth Workers, in it for power and a paycheck. Every day, they would put me down, restrain me, beat me up, make me feel worthless. Insult my mother, said she wasn't capable. Inside, I felt so powerless, an 11 year old alone in this cold, cruel world.

I would run away, and I'd just get laughed at, spat on, and put through several "let's make fun of Marik and insult him" sessions, and they'd literally, do just that.

One day I snapped. I destroyed the house I lived in, beat one of the kids unconscious, ripped apart most of the female staff, and I was apprehended by police officers and taken into custody. I was 14.

I don't regret it at all, and I now laugh at the pain I caused them, because they now know the pain they caused me straight for 4 years, a helpless little kid who only wanted to be cared about.

So you know what? F*ck them.

Even to this day, I get insulted and put down over everything. In my current foster home, the amounts of emotional abuse I endure daily would shatter most of you. But I've endured it for so long, it barely affects me. I'm now dead, murdered by the people who were supposed to protect me. A flawed government system that destroys thousands of children each year, as they never see their parents again.

Now, appreciate your parents. You aren't really "dead" yet, because I know if my mother cried like that, if any of the group home staff cried like that, because they were worried about me, I would suddenly realize just how important I am to them. That I'm worth something, that I'm loved.

Your parents love you, they went out looking for you because you scared the sh*t out of your mom, and she was so surprised and relieved you were okay and not murdered in some ditch somewhere, her emotions skyrocketed off the charts.

Let us hope this doesn't happen again. Next time, try to discuss things with your parents before making any hasty decisions.

You never realize what you have until it's gone.

This just makes me very sad for the Foster care system.



Still, the fact that his parents love him doesn't change the fact that they're, if not openly abusive, showing signs of abuse.


At the very least, they need counseling.