I hate my parents

You are not your parent’s possessions.
You are not your parent’s possessions.
You are not your parent’s possessions.
You are not your parent’s possessions.
You are not your parent’s possessions.
You are not your parent’s possessions.
You are not your parent’s possessions.
You are not your parent’s possessions.
You are not your parent’s possessions.
You are not your parent’s possessions.
You are not your parent’s possessions.
You are not your parent’s possessions.
You are not your parent’s possessions.
You are not your parent’s possessions.
You are not your parent’s possessions.
You are not your parent’s possessions.

Seriously, if I ever have children...

I vow to show some fucking interest in what they love no matter what it is. If my kid is into comics, I’ll buy them all of them. If they’re into Dungeons and Dragons or some other roleplay stuff like that, i’ll fucking learn the rules to that thing. If my kid is into sports, then I’ll be at all the damn games. If they’re into fashion, then I’ll read some fucking magazines. Whatever they like, I’ll show them I fucking care
My parents continuously make me feel like my interests are dumb and they’ve always given me crap for it. I swear to god I’ll never make my children go through what I did.

Family: Why are you always in your room all day? Don’t you love us? You jerk! Why don’t you eat with us as a family anymore? You should interact with us all the time because we’re your family! You should interact with us and eat dinner with us sometime!

Me: *does exactly that*

Family: *starts mocking me and my appearances and traits*

Family: *mocks my mental illness and my Autism*

Family: *mocks my special interests*

Family: *tells me that my brother is better than me*

Family: *insults me*

Family: *cuts me off everytime I try to talk to them*

Family: *yells and screams at me incessantly*

Family: *judges me on everything*

Family: *screams at me even more for crying*

Me: *retreats and goes back to my room*

Me: And you fuckheads wonder why I don’t come out of my room to socialize with you anymore!

Dear Parents...

Dear Parents, I’m sorry that I can’t believe in something I can’t physically see and have forced you to take me out of Sunday school.

Dear Parents, I’m sorry you told me when I was younger that men are pigs and don’t appreciate you, yet wonder what you did wrong when I told you I was a lesbian. I’m sorry I don’t understand what you want.

Dear Parents, I’m sorry I listen to “nasty black music.” I grew up with that.

Dear Parents, I’m sorry I’ve become friends with people who aren’t like you. They make me feel at home when I’m with them.

Dear Parents, I’m sorry I stay quiet when you ask me the password to me phone. I say stuff on there that I don’t want you to see. Like this post.

Dear Parents, I’m sorry babysitters and summer camps are expensive, but you know what’s not expensive? Condoms.

Dear Parents, I’m sorry I happened to be one of those babies who screamed and whaled in movie theaters.

Dear Parents, I’m sorry I hate taking pictures because I hate when I looked depressed or angry in them.

Dear Parents, I’m sorry I want to cut my hair because I hate my long and curly hair and would prefer if I had pompadour hairstyle.

Dear Parents, I’m sorry that you’re so perfect and I have failed to realize it. I’m sorry that I have never realized you two had no flaws, and that I’ve wasted my years crying instead of bowing down to you. I’m sorry I’ll never get anywhere with you two constantly telling me what I’m doing wrong.

Dear Parents, I’m not scared of you.

At the end of the day, you are the one who’s living your life. Make sure it makes you happy.

When I'm older...

I’m getting the hell out of my house. I’m getting away from my parents. I’m getting whatever the fuck I want tattooed or pierced if my heart so desires. I’ll go to whatever school I want for college. I’ll live wherever I want. I’ll do what I want. I’ll hopefully meet a good guy that I like. I won’t care for my parents approval. I’ll get married. I’ll raise a good family. I won’t fuck up my family like my parents. I’ll give my family a good life. I’ll do whatever I want to do without criticism and hate. I’ll be myself, not the person my parents want me to be. I WILL BE MY OWN SELF. ME AND ONLY ME

Rules of the House : How my Parents Raised Me

1) Mistakes are never allowed.
2) Never ask for help.
3) Never make the family “look bad” - even if you have to lie.
4) Do not mention God (even though we go to church).
5) Social workers are evil people; go to all lengths to make sure they never have a reason to take you away - even if you have to lie.
6) Friends are not welcome.
7) Sex does not exist.
8) Parents may never apologize, but children must apologize for everything - even things they didn’t do.   

9) Never express emotions.
10) You are always wrong.
11) You don’t deserve respect.
12) If you are not working to serve your parents, you are a horrible person.
13) Never relax. Always work.
14) Having fun is wrong.
15) Unnecessary chores are more important than homework or sleep.
16) You are lazy and disrespectful, and that can never change.
17) Violent yelling is encouraged.
18) You may not be independent.
19) Your opinion is wrong.
20) Your memories are wrong.

21) Do not socialize.
22) Fear your parents.
23) School work must be above average.
24) Do not share your feelings.

25) Always make the family look perfect on the outside.