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#27876
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fjdepressedfag (09/20/2012) [-]
So, here I am. Been wanting to post here for a long time ago, never took the time to do it. Now, well, I feel completely destroyed, and urgently feel the need to write it down.
I'll start with the problem I always had, and is starting to "go away".
My life has been a pain since as long as I can recall. That was due to my father, that bastard. I remember it wasn't always like that, when I was young, he was the father you'd love to have, kind, played with me all the time, and when all other families we're tearing apart through divorce, my parents seemed happy, ans I was "proud" of that. But, little did I knew about my dad.
Shit started to go down when I was 8, I think. My mother's father died. He was Mexican, and really wealthy. For the inheritance, though, they had to go to Mexico, but that was expensive, and neither my mother nor her siblings had knowledge of Mexico. There was I man, though, who did : My dad.
And so he left, handling everything, and came back. But he wasn't the same. Not anymore. He started to become more and more disturbed, getting mad for the smallest things, often resorted to yelling, and started keeping tabs on my mom.
Even though, I was still "young", and still happy with everything. Eventually, I got a sister when I was 9. That's when everything changed for me. It was like my father didn't need me anymore. He started treating me almost the same way as my mother, if not worse, and I, weak as I was, never stood up. That went on for 3 years.
Fast forward.
I was 12 then. (Note : I lived in France at that time. When you're 12, you go to what they call "College", but completely different from US/UK/Whatever College).
So, I'm gonna make that short, basically, I had many friends, but mid-year, my very best friend betrayed me, and turned everyone agains't me. That year, I was constantly fighting, school never gave a fuck. Problems at home grew bigger, as I started to fight back agains't my father, always going agains't him.
To be continued
I'll start with the problem I always had, and is starting to "go away".
My life has been a pain since as long as I can recall. That was due to my father, that bastard. I remember it wasn't always like that, when I was young, he was the father you'd love to have, kind, played with me all the time, and when all other families we're tearing apart through divorce, my parents seemed happy, ans I was "proud" of that. But, little did I knew about my dad.
Shit started to go down when I was 8, I think. My mother's father died. He was Mexican, and really wealthy. For the inheritance, though, they had to go to Mexico, but that was expensive, and neither my mother nor her siblings had knowledge of Mexico. There was I man, though, who did : My dad.
And so he left, handling everything, and came back. But he wasn't the same. Not anymore. He started to become more and more disturbed, getting mad for the smallest things, often resorted to yelling, and started keeping tabs on my mom.
Even though, I was still "young", and still happy with everything. Eventually, I got a sister when I was 9. That's when everything changed for me. It was like my father didn't need me anymore. He started treating me almost the same way as my mother, if not worse, and I, weak as I was, never stood up. That went on for 3 years.
Fast forward.
I was 12 then. (Note : I lived in France at that time. When you're 12, you go to what they call "College", but completely different from US/UK/Whatever College).
So, I'm gonna make that short, basically, I had many friends, but mid-year, my very best friend betrayed me, and turned everyone agains't me. That year, I was constantly fighting, school never gave a fuck. Problems at home grew bigger, as I started to fight back agains't my father, always going agains't him.
To be continued
#27898 to #27876
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fjdepressedfag (09/20/2012) [-]
Continued
13 years old now. Changed school. Don't take a single shit from my father, but I ended up psychologically destroyed. Not only that, but because of what happened last year, I grew a bad trust issue, and a "need" for friends at the same time. To "get" friends, I couldn't appear as an emo-kind of guy. So I made myself another personality, the one of a joker. When I was present, there was a joke to be made. That didn't go as good as I expected. Spent the year with 4 guys, who liked the joker side of me. That was more than enough for me though.
Mid-year through. Best year since I was 8. Everything could have stayed that way, but no, fate had something more in mind for me.
With the inheritance of my grand-father, family decided to buy a house in Mexico. Kinda okay with that. My father leaves once more. But there, for the first time, I really felt free and happy. He wasn't there anymore to make my life a living hell.
He left for 2-3 months. Came back, he had bought the house we decided to buy, but it's still in construction. Have to wait 2 months before leaving. All is good. We sell everything, ready to leave.
25 of April, 2010. I turned 14. That's the day we left France. Little did I know, that when I stepped aboard the plane, I basically signed a paper stating that my life would start to slowly kill me from the inside.
During the first months, my father decided not to work, and live from the money we had from all the things we sold back in France. Mother doesn't agree, but she has can't do anything agains't him.
That's when I grew tired of that. Because of his lazyness, we had a massive money shortage, and I didn't go to school. I confronted my mom, asked her why she didn't divorce or anything. I discovered that there was more to it than I though. My father had kind of stolen the inheritance, as he bought the use, and signed it as his, not as my mom's. So in case of a divorce, he would keep the house, leaving her homeless.
To be continued again.
13 years old now. Changed school. Don't take a single shit from my father, but I ended up psychologically destroyed. Not only that, but because of what happened last year, I grew a bad trust issue, and a "need" for friends at the same time. To "get" friends, I couldn't appear as an emo-kind of guy. So I made myself another personality, the one of a joker. When I was present, there was a joke to be made. That didn't go as good as I expected. Spent the year with 4 guys, who liked the joker side of me. That was more than enough for me though.
Mid-year through. Best year since I was 8. Everything could have stayed that way, but no, fate had something more in mind for me.
With the inheritance of my grand-father, family decided to buy a house in Mexico. Kinda okay with that. My father leaves once more. But there, for the first time, I really felt free and happy. He wasn't there anymore to make my life a living hell.
He left for 2-3 months. Came back, he had bought the house we decided to buy, but it's still in construction. Have to wait 2 months before leaving. All is good. We sell everything, ready to leave.
25 of April, 2010. I turned 14. That's the day we left France. Little did I know, that when I stepped aboard the plane, I basically signed a paper stating that my life would start to slowly kill me from the inside.
During the first months, my father decided not to work, and live from the money we had from all the things we sold back in France. Mother doesn't agree, but she has can't do anything agains't him.
That's when I grew tired of that. Because of his lazyness, we had a massive money shortage, and I didn't go to school. I confronted my mom, asked her why she didn't divorce or anything. I discovered that there was more to it than I though. My father had kind of stolen the inheritance, as he bought the use, and signed it as his, not as my mom's. So in case of a divorce, he would keep the house, leaving her homeless.
To be continued again.
#27904 to #27898
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fjdepressedfag (09/20/2012) [-]
Continued again
So, I learned about my father's plan. All he ever wanted was my grand-father's money.
Year 2 in Mexico. Start school. Meet new people. I try to use my joker personality once again. That's when all the memes started to become popular. That how I became the troll. While it seemed to work at first, it ended up bad. I ended up with no real friends. At the same time, I was sad about something else. I felt alone. I cared about friends to an extent, but what hit me the most, was the fact that I had no girlfriend whatsoever. Sure, I had a crush on some girls back in France, but I got rejected everytime.
And this is what became a routine for me. Being lonely, no one to love, no one to care about, and a father to take care of. I made his life impossible, arguing for the sake of arguing everytime I could. It went on for a year and a half. During this time I found a friend over the internet, with a similar story to mine. Even now, I still consider him my best friend. The friend I never had outside of the internet. And thus, he kept me "alive", his advices were and still are of great help to me, and even lead me to finding a girl, with which I had a relationship with. Nothing "official", just Facebook conversations. Eventually, I asked her out. Got rejected. No reason whatsoever. I was completely destroyed at that time. I didn't know what to do anymore. I started to think, but thought so much I shifted into a depressive state, and no one ever found out.
Fast forward to 2 months ago.
After months of "befriending" the girl that rejected me best friend, I managed to find his password to Facebook. The only thing I wanted was to finally get an answer as to why I was rejected, and I found it : she was still in love with her ex. But eventually, she got mad at him, and now they hate each other. Though she would come back to me, but I was wrong. We never talked like we did before again.
To be continued in a short post to end the story.
So, I learned about my father's plan. All he ever wanted was my grand-father's money.
Year 2 in Mexico. Start school. Meet new people. I try to use my joker personality once again. That's when all the memes started to become popular. That how I became the troll. While it seemed to work at first, it ended up bad. I ended up with no real friends. At the same time, I was sad about something else. I felt alone. I cared about friends to an extent, but what hit me the most, was the fact that I had no girlfriend whatsoever. Sure, I had a crush on some girls back in France, but I got rejected everytime.
And this is what became a routine for me. Being lonely, no one to love, no one to care about, and a father to take care of. I made his life impossible, arguing for the sake of arguing everytime I could. It went on for a year and a half. During this time I found a friend over the internet, with a similar story to mine. Even now, I still consider him my best friend. The friend I never had outside of the internet. And thus, he kept me "alive", his advices were and still are of great help to me, and even lead me to finding a girl, with which I had a relationship with. Nothing "official", just Facebook conversations. Eventually, I asked her out. Got rejected. No reason whatsoever. I was completely destroyed at that time. I didn't know what to do anymore. I started to think, but thought so much I shifted into a depressive state, and no one ever found out.
Fast forward to 2 months ago.
After months of "befriending" the girl that rejected me best friend, I managed to find his password to Facebook. The only thing I wanted was to finally get an answer as to why I was rejected, and I found it : she was still in love with her ex. But eventually, she got mad at him, and now they hate each other. Though she would come back to me, but I was wrong. We never talked like we did before again.
To be continued in a short post to end the story.
#27905 to #27904
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fjdepressedfag (09/20/2012) [-]
End of the story.
Fast forward to recent events. 15 years old now.
Mother finally found a way to divorce. Not without trouble at home, where I was nearly forced to hit my own father, he finally left the household. He has alot of trouble now. He's risking to lose everything he has, forcing him to start a brand new life at the age of 40.
Mother's happy now. Sister's too.
Me, on the other hand...Everything went wrong since I set afoot in the plane that would lead me here. I lost so much, and gained so little.
I'm still grieving over the fact that I have no friends, no one to count on except for that one friend I have over the internet. I still don't have a girlfriend, and I'm starting to feel so alone that I think of every girl as a potential girlfriend, almost regardless of apparence and personality.
Everyday, during school recess, I go to the roof, and stand on the edge of the building. There I have a perfect view of the whole school yard. I see every single group of friends, every single couple, kissing, hugging. Everyday it's the same scenario, the same view, the same everything. I'm slowly dying, to the point where it's obvious something is going on with me.
To this day, I'm still alone, and no one seem to care.
Fast forward to recent events. 15 years old now.
Mother finally found a way to divorce. Not without trouble at home, where I was nearly forced to hit my own father, he finally left the household. He has alot of trouble now. He's risking to lose everything he has, forcing him to start a brand new life at the age of 40.
Mother's happy now. Sister's too.
Me, on the other hand...Everything went wrong since I set afoot in the plane that would lead me here. I lost so much, and gained so little.
I'm still grieving over the fact that I have no friends, no one to count on except for that one friend I have over the internet. I still don't have a girlfriend, and I'm starting to feel so alone that I think of every girl as a potential girlfriend, almost regardless of apparence and personality.
Everyday, during school recess, I go to the roof, and stand on the edge of the building. There I have a perfect view of the whole school yard. I see every single group of friends, every single couple, kissing, hugging. Everyday it's the same scenario, the same view, the same everything. I'm slowly dying, to the point where it's obvious something is going on with me.
To this day, I'm still alone, and no one seem to care.
