alee298
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Just been struggling a lot recently. Went to visit my birth mum and nan over the holiday period. I only got to visit for less than a week after not seeing her for nearly a year. This is because my dad is such a control freak, I miss my mum a lot.
Although I may sound like a small child, I find my dad a horrible person. He has cheated on her, my step mum and then his girlfriend, now he is taking it out on me.
Constantly shouting at me and expecting me to keep things clean and tidy whilst he sits at home doing nothing as my step mum used to tidy a lot. Then Im expected to go to school after waking up at 6, although that isn't too early. Then have to go through the boot camp they call school. Its emotionally and physically draining. They say "stick and stone may break my bones, but words will never hurt me" That isn't true at all! Words leave a physiological effect which just makes me feel worthless. Only good thing about school is sport, I get to row which I enjoy, except when the cox steers us towards a weir. Closest I've come to death. It is not fun. Then getting home at 6:30 doing homework which is important and bed at 9
Sorry for sounding like a self pitying mug, but I needed to rant.
I have a slight consolation. It appears I have talent at sculpting after a recent lesson in art!
Although I may sound like a small child, I find my dad a horrible person. He has cheated on her, my step mum and then his girlfriend, now he is taking it out on me.
Constantly shouting at me and expecting me to keep things clean and tidy whilst he sits at home doing nothing as my step mum used to tidy a lot. Then Im expected to go to school after waking up at 6, although that isn't too early. Then have to go through the boot camp they call school. Its emotionally and physically draining. They say "stick and stone may break my bones, but words will never hurt me" That isn't true at all! Words leave a physiological effect which just makes me feel worthless. Only good thing about school is sport, I get to row which I enjoy, except when the cox steers us towards a weir. Closest I've come to death. It is not fun. Then getting home at 6:30 doing homework which is important and bed at 9
Sorry for sounding like a self pitying mug, but I needed to rant.
I have a slight consolation. It appears I have talent at sculpting after a recent lesson in art!