lithium-mom
Bronze Member
I have so many things on my mind right now and I don't know really where to begin. I wrote out my "outline" of my story, the abridged version in here. My dad is an abuser. He's actually a very classic abuser. And I never seem to escape abusers. They are everywhere and I'm sick of people complimenting me on my "submissive" "meek" nature. I do it to survive, not because I love being stomped all over. Anyway, so after I left home I moved with a kind couple for 3 months. It was fine. I was mentally ill still, but it actually wasn't horrible. I felt significantly improved. I spent about three weeks living in a car now THAT was hell, and then transitioned into a house with a couple (on a $700 a month salary).
I vaguely knew the husband, I knew the wife pretty closely and she's a wonderful lady. But the husband is again, another classic husband and I honestly want to die living with him. He's not cruel to me but hearing him yell at a three year old is terrible. I hate being there. I hate being around him and hearing him demean a three year old and threaten to spank him and then spanking him. Or describing in detail how he's going to throttle the dogs or yelling at his son for peeing his pants (which is classically traumatizing). It's $275 for rent there and I only have 3 more months I can stay there, and 2 more months for school. School ends in May. Early May. I'd honestly rather stay in a homeless shelter or maybe just rot in a hole.
I can't save up with $700 a month, I want to move to Pensacola for school. I have a stable living situation there starting June first. I'm incredibly excited when I think about it. I need medication though. I'm already on medication but I will continue to need care. I will need social services.
Anyway I called my dad today and I guess I was expecting sympathy from a classic narcissist. He just yelled about how I lie all the time and how I love to hurt and torture myself. It was incredible. Absolutely incredible. I sat down and cried in a McDonalds and really had time to think about how now it's time to realize that he's never going to be the father I want and I deserve to tell my story. I guess that's all. I'm not sure what I'm going to do still.
I vaguely knew the husband, I knew the wife pretty closely and she's a wonderful lady. But the husband is again, another classic husband and I honestly want to die living with him. He's not cruel to me but hearing him yell at a three year old is terrible. I hate being there. I hate being around him and hearing him demean a three year old and threaten to spank him and then spanking him. Or describing in detail how he's going to throttle the dogs or yelling at his son for peeing his pants (which is classically traumatizing). It's $275 for rent there and I only have 3 more months I can stay there, and 2 more months for school. School ends in May. Early May. I'd honestly rather stay in a homeless shelter or maybe just rot in a hole.
I can't save up with $700 a month, I want to move to Pensacola for school. I have a stable living situation there starting June first. I'm incredibly excited when I think about it. I need medication though. I'm already on medication but I will continue to need care. I will need social services.
Anyway I called my dad today and I guess I was expecting sympathy from a classic narcissist. He just yelled about how I lie all the time and how I love to hurt and torture myself. It was incredible. Absolutely incredible. I sat down and cried in a McDonalds and really had time to think about how now it's time to realize that he's never going to be the father I want and I deserve to tell my story. I guess that's all. I'm not sure what I'm going to do still.