i don't understand why people feel the need to ignore what i say. it's always the "you can call me for help any time" and then when i do i'm just being bothersome. or even if it's just to talk, i'm still somehow bothering someone.
i remember a little over a year ago i ran away from home. i was just so tired of everyone treating me so badly. my mom constantly belittled me by saying things such as "you're nothing, just useless" or "you never do sh**, always just being lazy". i could be working every day including over time and if i had just one day to rest i was called a "lazy a** with nothing going on for me in life".
i feel like my tipping point in me running away was just one day i had a really hard day at work and i had to talk to my brother about something. i kept calling my mom to get in contact with my brother and no one answered and finally she answers after then 6th time of me calling and the first thing she says to me is "you're always f******* bothering, what do you want?" and i just couldn't take it after that.
i remember trying to tell my sister one time that i felt like mom was treating me pretty bad, and my sister just tried to excuse it by saying "that's just how she is, i'm not sure what to tell you" but, my sister didn't understand because she wasn't the scapegoat of the family like i was. once i came back from running away i got shamed for it. no one was glad that i came back because all i did was "waste everyone's time and money trying to look for me".
on top of that i was forced to stay with someone i knew because my mother didn't want me back in the house, especially her boyfriend. eventually i stayed with my grandmother moving around and around to bad apartments while my grandmother also treated me poorly. the constant verbal abuse was really painful to remember today.
as of current, the only reason i had a chance of coming back home was because my sister decided not to move into the new house my parents had purchased. but, thinking about what if my sister had moved in here, i would've had no way of coming back home again because of how unwanted i was. it really hurts that, that's the only reason why i'm here. i practically had nowhere to live and my parents did not care what so ever.
my sister got everything she wanted including how sometimes my mother's boyfriend payed rent for her. i'm trying to work so hard and save up to get my cosmetology license to get a stable and job that i love to move away from everything. still, it's really hard remembering things that happened to me. i love my mom, it's just hard knowing how badly she has treated me throughout the years and makes me question anything about our relationship.