Secret Confessions

About six month ago I really hate my mother and I really wish she would die soon, sometimes I want to kill her by my self.

But now….. something change and we go along great.

I really wish it stay that way.

WHEN MY FATHER WAS A YOUNG MAN HE WENT OUT & GOT SEVERAL WOMEN PREGNANT I WANTED TO KNOW MY SIBLINGS WHEN THEY WERE YOUNGER NOW
I DON’T IM 32 & COULD CARE LESS TO KNOW
THEM AM I WRONG ????

im 17 an bi sexual. some people accept me for me, but there is one person who hates me for telling him i am bi. that is my father he is not into god either he just hates me. my 18 year old sister can be bi but i can’t. what is he gonna do if my baby sister is bi. hate her to. why can’t he love me for me. instead i ruined his life when i found out i was prego at age 15.(the first and last time i had sex.) all i know is that he hates me and wants absplutly nothing to do with me and i think it is bull shit. some one tell me what to do please.:( :(

My parents were missionaries. My dad is a pastor. They’re supposed to be good people. I wonder what my church would say if I let them know that my dad has broken three of my ribs, two of my teeth, and given me a concussion. I hate smiling during his sermons like a hypocrite. I hate him. I hate that I hate him. I wish I had the strength to forgive but I can’t. I hate who he’s made me.

i know this sounds like i’m whining
but i’m 31 and i support my whole family
no one ever says thank you i work at night which is even more stressful there are 2 other able bodied adults whom could work i don’t care where burger king mcdonalds at least help me but they don’t I ‘m treated like an outsider I often stay in my room
alone they never tell me anything until it’s too late I moved back in to help out
I love my family but if i knew this was gonna happen I would have kept my apartment
they have no idea how upset i feel and if i try to express my feelings they make me feel guilty Im so stressed and tired I on meds for depression and anxiety I know there has got to be something better I do have a loving boyfriend and his family adores meand they don’t under stand why i put up with this i don’t know I just wish I knew what to do any suggestions

I gave custody of my child to my mother so I could go into the military. She refused to give my daughter back, and I’ve spent years suing for custody.

I moved back into her home to care for her now that she’s terminally ill. But I’m so full of rage at what she’s done to my child that I can’t wait for this woman to die.

It will be the happiest day of my life. Everyone thinks I’m an amazing, wonderful, loving daughter.

But in reality, I just wanted to watch her suffer for the hell she’s put my child through. Thank God it’s almost over.

Am 23 yrs old, and my problem is my parents, particularly my dad.
he left our family when i was 6 yrs old, but he support us fainancialy, and he thinks by his money he can control us. am still living with my mum because she has no one but me and she is getting old,and am a full time student and that makes my dad still supporting us. i know its its his duty to do so, but he has no right to control my life and my decisions that i make,but my mum keep telling me dont stand aganist him because he might stop his money! I hate it when i fell helpless and untill this age am told what to do, where to go and when, am not supposed to have a boyfriend or even get married (because am still young as he keep saying), i really HATE it. but its almost over and am going to finish school and have a job, i study pharmacy and i know i will get a good one. but i still feel that i dont have any personality and dont know how am going to face the world by myself.because i wasn’t indepedant even for a second in my life.
Do i have the right to hate my dad??!!!!

i’ve seen
my parents have sex
when I was about 10-11
i hated it
i just wanted to tell them to just shut up
and close their door

He’s a seaman. And everytime he’s about to go, he’s mean-tempered and always angry. What’s worst is, he’s always angry with me. He always tells that I’m a liar, that I’m a spoiled brat, etc. Also, I’m jealous of my brother. I look like a damn frog because my eyes are still swollen because of crying. Why? Because my father shouted at me even though I didn’t do anything. And you know what? My whole family blamed me. I fckin’ hate them! I fckin’ hate them!!!!

I’m a 15 year old girl and I finally got the courage to tell my parents about my depression .

But I didn’t tell them about my efforts to purge, my desire to be thin and the fact that almost every day, I throw my lunch to the garbage when they can’t see.

my “father” was kicked out of our home when I was 11. He never spent time with us or sent us anything. He had left us 7 kids and our mom to fend for ourselves.
I had seen him 3 times since then. When I was first married (he acted like he was there all alog). Once when he visited my sister and once when he was on his death bed.
I am now 51. Why does it hurt when we went through his stuff to get it all ready to sell? Especially the photos of him and his wife, who he had an affair with before he was out of our home, going on cruises and the like wwhile we were left literally living on day old Dunkin Doughnuts that my mom would bring home from her overnight job?
She had to work so hard to raise us all.
His wife would claim that she was a brave woman for what she did. The nerve of her!
Why does this all hurt so much still?

I was always told to watch uncle fred and tell them if he ever did anything to me. He did things to me, but I liked what he did, so I never told. I guess they thought that he wouldn’t mess with a 16 year old boy.

My family made me so miserable I moved away from them. And because I moved away they did everything to hurt me like calling on the phone and being nasty and rude. They even called child services on me and said I was doing drugs and starving the children. Unlike the highschool dropouts who accused me of this, I happen to have a degree in early childhood education and I ended up contacting the local district attorney over all the harassment and they abruptly stopped their s h * t. Then by a divine piece of good fortune, I came into money. Suddenly, everyone wants to be my best friend. (NATURALLY.) They are just ‘so concerned’ about how me and the boys are doing…being syrupy sweet and just always calling to say ‘hi’ and being SOOO disgustingly polite. First I was a ‘ b * t c h’ now I’m the funniest thing ever- everyone just adores anything I have to say- even if its ‘I have to go to the bathroom’. All of it just makes me want to throw up. But- what they don’t know is we’re moving. Again. I’m going back to Los Angeles. I can afford to live there comfortably now, so I’m going to- and I’m taking the boys with me and I don’t give a flying F * C K WHO has a problem with it. I DARE them to get nasty now.

I always wonder if my father thinks about me. I wish he would call again. It’s been twenty-two years and I still remember out last phone coverstation word for word. I’ll never forget him.

It is a strange thing to grow up knowing your father who lives with you everyday and is part of your life does not know you, has no wish to know you, and what he does know of you he does not like. I can say not in a wounded lashing out way but matter of factly- my father never loved me.