I’m pretty sure if you click my profile you can see my other posts so you would know what happened with me and my mom,and today my mom and my dad fought about the fridge just hours later I said “you both argue at least once a day”and my mom was like no we don’t but they proved me right,anyway so I painted today so I had to clear the cup with the paint water so I went to wash it then a few minutes later my mom shouted at me to clean the toilet floor cause “the piant water will stain the floor”like wtf the math is not mathing so I tried reasoning with her that paint water won’t do that but I cleaned the toilet floor anyway then a few minutes later she shout at me saying I didn’t clean it properly and use the scrub to rub it clean and that she almost slip then I told her that part of the floor was old and it’s always been slippery then my dad shouted at me and crashed out at me and told me to just clean it after I said”okay fine I’ll clean it up”like my tone had always sounded a little annoyed but you get it when you talk to your parents especially when they are starting to annoy you so I kinda understood it when my dad said “cb tone always like that one” and he didn’t say it to me but he still shouted about it then when I was about to scrub the floor he storms into the toilet and grab the pole thingy we use to get the hanger down cause it’s high up and mind you the part that was facing me was broken and it’s corners(the extendable pole thingy)were quite sharp so I was kinda scared it would slip out and poke me to death and the cornered me shouting at me to do the toilet floor(I was about to do it when he stormed in)and shouted that tomorrow I don’t need to go to my rave and mind you whenever something happens and I have like a event or hang out coming up he would use it to threaten me to do my stuff and a few tears did indeed slip down but you would tear up if your parents was beating you or threatening you or even just shout at you but I was not scared I was not sad I was more like angry and I many occasions when I’m really mad and when I told my parents to stop talking about it and they continue I would tear up for example about mid year of this year my dad was talking about how I better pass my science and I was too overwhelmed and also embarrassed as there were people in the car not only my dad and me so I told him okay and to stop multiple times and he didn’t even when I begged him he just kept on continuing and I cried and when we got off he was still complaining and talking about it so I walked faster to try and stop hearing about it to make the situation worse but he shouted at me and threatened me to come back and walk beside him not behind not infront just beside he grabbed my hand roughly when I walk faster or slower,anyway carrying on then he stormed off and I just stood there numb and continued scrubbing the floor and mind you before this happened when I was about to was my bowl and throw away my bbt cup my mom shouted at me and said “YOU CANNOT SEE WERE BUSY HERE AH YOU CANNOT BEFORE WE WERE CLEANING THE FRIDGE CLEAN AH” then I told her “I was drinking my drink right I just finished!” Mind you my voice was getting louder cause she kept shouting at me then I placed my bowl and drink back onto the table and just went back into my room mind you my parents never apologised and even after my mom going through my phone and texting my friend behind my back my mom also didn’t apologise even tho I didn’t bring up the fact she texted my friend and she also said “you always like to make it seem like your the victim,eh I the one cleaning the house one leh” she said something like that btw and I don’t know if it’s just me more what but I just feel too numb this few weeks like I genuinely cannot react like I used to be able to cry about a said show but i didn’t and only when I was like eh shouldn’t I be crying then did like a few tears slip down my face im just really tired of all this and they say it like they are the victim while they were the ones giving my trauma like who was the one who was forced out the house and was squeezing between the gate and the door when I was in kindergarten who was the one who had a knife inch’s above my face who was the one who shouted at me 24/7? And my dad always talked to me like everything is normal after almost beating me up and threatening me and even if the did beat my ■■■ up he never apologised for example my dads friend who can be considered like an uncle crashed out on me and just scolded me not almost beating my ■■■ up not threatening and in the end he apologised saying he was just annoyed cause it was so noisy like if a person can apologise for scolding me your supposed to be able to apologise after beating me up and they act like I’m a burden like you chose to have me I didn’t choose to be here,my mom told me not once but a few times that she wished she didn’t have me and I remember she told me once that the only reason that my mom and dad always argue and we’re always struggling for money is because she had me like boom now I’m officially a bad luck charm and even just now when I went out and just kept my stuff I felt I dunno but just a feeling inside me and I felt tears literally forming