caay
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i’m 14 currently living with my dad and step mom and thinking about going ER or roping but i grew up with my mom and step dad in another state since my parents were never married and split super early. since moving, everything has gotten worse. my dad talks about how my mom didn’t do enough even though he lived in another state and i only talked to him every couple of weeks.
my dad won’t leave me alone, and my step mom is a lazy piece of shit who does nothing but be an inconvenience—she doesn’t even cook, just sits at home ordering stuff off amazon, and the job she has is only because my grandma owns the company. she’s the type of kid who would remind the teacher about homework.
one night my dad found scars on my leg from me cutting myself, which i did to spite him so he’d feel bad and not be such a dick, but now he just brings it up to act like he’s some savior and says he’s gonna put me in therapy (it’s been a month and nothing). the next night i got drunk after he went on another rampage, like 10–12 shots, couldn’t walk straight and barely remember anything. i made up a story that i was trying to kill myself with alcohol poisoning and it actually worked, so i got out of trouble. he promised therapy again and still nothing.
he also does small shit just to annoy me and complains that video games are ruining my life just so he can rant about how he was always out with friends in high school and had a bunch of girlfriends. i guess he’s too dumb to realize the only reason that was true is because he was 6’3 at my age. i’m 6’0 now, but i just moved, don’t know anyone, and go to an all boys school so it basically feels like prison.
my dad won’t leave me alone, and my step mom is a lazy piece of shit who does nothing but be an inconvenience—she doesn’t even cook, just sits at home ordering stuff off amazon, and the job she has is only because my grandma owns the company. she’s the type of kid who would remind the teacher about homework.
one night my dad found scars on my leg from me cutting myself, which i did to spite him so he’d feel bad and not be such a dick, but now he just brings it up to act like he’s some savior and says he’s gonna put me in therapy (it’s been a month and nothing). the next night i got drunk after he went on another rampage, like 10–12 shots, couldn’t walk straight and barely remember anything. i made up a story that i was trying to kill myself with alcohol poisoning and it actually worked, so i got out of trouble. he promised therapy again and still nothing.
he also does small shit just to annoy me and complains that video games are ruining my life just so he can rant about how he was always out with friends in high school and had a bunch of girlfriends. i guess he’s too dumb to realize the only reason that was true is because he was 6’3 at my age. i’m 6’0 now, but i just moved, don’t know anyone, and go to an all boys school so it basically feels like prison.
