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Oh my God... Not one day into 2011, and already, I can't feel sh*ttier than I feel at the moment.

 

I just broke up with the girl I was in love with, out of the blue, with no signs, no warnings.

 

My parents just said they're splitting up because of me, that they hate me, and they're considering two options.

 

1. Splitting up.

2. Disowning their first born.

 

I don't know what to think, guys... I really don't know. I've never been in so much emotional turmoil before, and it feels like a lead weight pounding on my chest.

 

I don't want to be Sally Sobstory here, but, I need advice from someone who's been trough this. Help me.

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I take it in you didn't read Alfie's thread. This will not turn out well.

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My parents just said they're splitting up because of me, that they hate me

My question is this, what the f*ck did you do? Did you rape your mom or something?

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I take it in you didn't read Alfie's thread. This will not turn out well.

Meh, I read the depression thing.

 

I'm not depressed. That's something emo teens mostly relate to.

 

I just don't feel good, and am in need of advice. If mods think this should be locked, lock it. It's OK.

 

I said, I'm not here to be a drama queen. I just need some real advice, as I don't know who to turn to anymore, and it got so bad I actually told this the entire forum.

 

Honestly, Sauron, if you wanna lock, lock. People that care know how to use the PM system. wink.gif

 

@The General:

 

My parents are posh people. They want everything to go their way. I'm different. I don't bow down to them, nor take their financial bribes. I want to be myself, and they don't accept that.

They fight each day, about my music, my long hair, because it irritates their friends, and their social status. They hate my sole image, because it's not a scan of them.

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Never mind. Nice ninja edit. Anyway, My main advice would be to be yourself. Don't acknowledge them if they wont you. Tell them real parents would understand. Tell them they aren't cosidering you. F*ck them, basically.

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What did you do? We need to know to help you. Maybe your parents are f*cking retards.. I can't tell you, til you tell me.

Oh yeah, and I do pot. Everyone sees it like I'm a f*cking Heroin addict.

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Okay, you need to stop fighting against your parents. If they are, as you say, well-off, then they clearly want the best for you.

And newsflash, having long hair doesn't make you special or in any way unique. Good grooming and presentability are very important. It sounds as if you're just going through a perfectly unreasonable rebellion against parents who want you to be a respectable and happy son. Instead of a greasy, long-haired hippie whose knife is forever hovering over your wrists.

See it from their angle, see how humiliating it is to have a slob for a son, and then maybe, I dunno, try to change yourself a little so that your parents don't run away from you at social functions?

 

I mean, did your parents work so hard just to have this stare back at them?

 

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Move out, get a job, buy your own car, get a better job, pay more bills, and then complain about something your parents didn't have a part in.




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Okay, you need to stop fighting against your parents. If they are, as you say, well-off, then they clearly want the best for you.

And newsflash, having long hair doesn't make you special or in any way unique. Good grooming and presentability are very important. It sounds as if you're just going through a perfectly unreasonable rebellion against parents who want you to be a respectable and happy son. Instead of a greasy, long-haired hippie whose knife is forever hovering over your wrists.

See it from their angle, see how humiliating it is to have a slob for a son, and then maybe, I dunno, try to change yourself a little so that your parents don't run away from you at social functions?

Actually, I did try to put myself in their skin. Many times.

 

I'm not greasy, and I love my hair, groom it every day multiple times.

 

I mean, they created me, and as long as I can remember, they didn't like the fact that I'm not like them. I'll never be a person that enjoy tea parties with people that discuss property and other material possessions.

 

I'm not a hippy, I just try to remain to have a positive outlook on life, no matter what happens. People hate me for who I am, and I can't change that.

 

I just don't feel alright. I feel stepped on. Abused... And the only thing I persisted on was to help people in need.

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I just don't feel alright. I feel stepped on. Abused... And the only thing I persisted on was to help people in need.

And who are these people?

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I just don't feel alright. I feel stepped on. Abused... And the only thing I persisted on was to help people in need.

And who are these people?

My friends, and the people I loved. Every time, when they needed someone to talk to, I was there, and I helped. And I never heard a thank you.

 

Now, the same people ask how much money I have because my parents have a decent amount.

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Typhus: You ain't gonna enjoy San Francisco if you dont like hippies tounge2.gif.

 

Sorry mate, but I have to agree with Typhus in some ways. Your parents want what's best for you, show them some respect and work with them. Have you ever actually sat down and talked to them about your lifestyle? I'm sure if you actually talked it through the reason they are upset with you will become much clearer.

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Typhus: You ain't gonna enjoy San Francisco if you dont like hippies tounge2.gif.

 

Sorry mate, but I have to agree with Typhus in some ways. Your parents want what's best for you, show them some respect and work with them. Have you ever actually sat down and talked to them about your lifestyle? I'm sure if you actually talked it through the reason they are upset with you will become much clearer.

I tried. They just don't listen, they hate every single thing I do. I'm not a stupid guy, and I understand people. I can read people like books sometimes, and nobody ever said anything against me.

 

My parents are idiots, and I buy that, f*ck it. Maybe I'm just paranoid due to sh*tty experiences, but I have a feeling everybody's out to get me right now.

 

Nobody's supportive.

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Run Away from home and join the army. Or whatever the f*ck you people have as an established arms service. It'll let you travel, get away from home, food and shelter, but most importantly it'll give you a backbone you pussy. Plus, your parents will stop arguing with you not there, and your girlfriend will move on.... hopefully you as well.

 

 

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No one can be trusted. Sooner or later, my friend. You will learn that those people reaching out to you are not reaching out at all. They are dragging you down.

At the heart of every man is a perversion or a vice or a corrupt intent. We may not act on those intentions but they remain there.

Case in point, for the last few days I have been fantasising about nothing more than going out early in the morning and killing someone's pet. No one in particular, just the first dog or cat I could find. Stab it, put it in a bag, take it somewhere quiet and mutilate the f*cker. And why? Because it turns me on. Christ, I'm at work, I can't get it out of my f*cking head and I'm getting a f*cking hard-on when I think about taking them somewhere quiet and skinning them alive or crucifying them or something.

The fact that I will not do this is irrelevant. I was very close to going out and doing it.

 

The point is, that these friends have that spark of greed behind their eyes. And you clearly have that small spark of paranoia as you are wary of their motives.

You can cry and you can wail about the unfair nature of life. But when you realise that cruelty is a necessary part of the world, you can truly enjoy this wonderful life and all the beautiful and flawed and beautifully flawed humans who inhabit it.

 

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First off don't listen to typhus that is really sh*tty advice. Why should he try and turn into something he doesn't want to be?

 

i mean after all not all of us want to look like the people you see on magazines

 

with there little wannabe mohawks and fancy designer clothes basically all i can

 

say is be your self if you want to grow your hair out fine and dress the way you

 

want!! and if you parents can't understand that you are just being yourself then

 

f*ck em! as far as your friends get new ones! if their that much of a dick that

 

they only come round to ask you "how much money you got" then tell them to

f*ck off to! try and surround yourself with people who are i don't not freeloaders?

 

and who will genuinely care about you as far as gf's there's plenty more birds

out there for ya!! so don't worry to much about it!

 

don't change for anyone man just continue being YOU and don't try and be someone who your parents want you to be!!

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Suicide is the only option.

 

Hahaha, well, I'm not that f*cked up, but still...

 

You know a person is not in his place when he turns to an internet forum, dedicated to Grand Theft Auto, no less.

 

I'm not that hurt because this sh*t is happening, I'm hurt because everybody kept it quiet, instead of telling it to my face like real people.

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I just don't feel alright. I feel stepped on. Abused... And the only thing I persisted on was to help people in need.

Ok...seriously, all this bitching sh*t is getting annoying.

 

My parents divorced when I was 12. My sister went with my newly married mother to live a town away with my stepfather and his perfect catholic family who could do no wrong...aside from looking down their nose any anyone or anything not them. I lived with my father who, on top of his physically and mentally abusive nature, had an attitude that matched mine perfectly.

 

We clashed constantly and from about 14 till I moved out. We fought constantly. Not the bitchy angst sh*t all you kids seem to have such a hard time dealing with. This was the kind of sh*t that landed me in the hospital a few times. I was thrown through a hand-made ladder (made out of 2x4) face first over doing the dishes for example.

 

Not once, f*cking once did I bitch on this forum. Do you know why? Because I did something about it. I went out, got a f*cking job, escaped my house as much as possible, finished high school, and joined the army. I am not saying join the army or anything. I am just saying take it like a f*cking man and not a whiny little bitch, tough it out, and move the f*ck on. There are a billion other people with bigger issues to deal with who deserve more pity than you do. What do you think gives you the right to even take up the few megabits of space and minutes of our time?

 

Here, you want some advice? Let your parents split the f*ck up. f*ck them. They want to blame you? Let them. At the end of the day, you can sleep soundly knowing it was your dad's limp dick or your mom's frigid bedtime attitude and not really your fault. Also, while you are at it, let them see this topic and my post. That way, when your mom gets implants, your dad's Viagra medication is filled, and your parents marriage still fails, your parents can feel little bit of guilt or self pity for their idiocy over this whole matter.

 

Now go make something out of yourself and become a contributing member of society.




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This was the kind of sh*t that landed me in the hospital a few times. I was thrown through a hand-made ladder (made out of 2x4) face first over doing the dishes for example.

Did that happen because you didn't do the dishes? Or because you did them in a way that he didn't like?

I mean, did you try to love him and just have it thrown back at you at every single f*cking opportunity? Does it ever get at you, those mixed feelings of love and hatred and being unable to tell the difference between the two?

 

 

And Typhus, don't kill any f*cking dogs.

 

I'm trying my best not to. But lust is a powerful emotion and applying cold hard logic or empathy to that emotion is kind of difficult sometimes.

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Run Away from home and join the army. Or whatever the f*ck you people have as an established arms service. It'll let you travel, get away from home, food and shelter, but most importantly it'll give you a backbone you pussy. Plus, your parents will stop arguing with you not there, and your girlfriend will move on.... hopefully you as well.

Good idea whomever said this. In fact, I agree! Stop complaining and join the army, or get the f*ck off outta here.

 

Dude above me is crazy btw, I wouldn't trust him at all. Seems like a Sigmund Freud 2.0.

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I just don't feel alright. I feel stepped on. Abused... And the only thing I persisted on was to help people in need.

Ok...seriously, all this bitching sh*t is getting annoying.

 

My parents divorced when I was 12. My sister went with my newly married mother to live a town away with my stepfather and his perfect catholic family who could do no wrong...aside from looking down their nose any anyone or anything not them. I lived with my father who, on top of his physically and mentally abusive nature, had an attitude that matched mine perfectly.

 

We clashed constantly and from about 14 till I moved out. We fought constantly. Not the bitchy angst sh*t all you kids seem to have such a hard time dealing with. This was the kind of sh*t that landed me in the hospital a few times. I was thrown through a hand-made ladder (made out of 2x4) face first over doing the dishes for example.

 

Not once, f*cking once did I bitch on this forum. Do you know why? Because I did something about it. I went out, got a f*cking job, escaped my house as much as possible, finished high school, and joined the army. I am not saying join the army or anything. I am just saying take it like a f*cking man and not a whiny little bitch, tough it out, and move the f*ck on. There are a billion other people with bigger issues to deal with who deserve more pity than you do. What do you think gives you the right to even take up the few megabits of space and minutes of our time?

 

Here, you want some advice? Let your parents split the f*ck up. f*ck them. They want to blame you? Let them. At the end of the day, you can sleep soundly knowing it was your dad's limp dick or your mom's frigid bedtime attitude and not really your fault. Also, while you are at it, let them see this topic and my post. That way, when your mom gets implants, your dad's Viagra medication is filled, and your parents marriage still fails, your parents can feel little bit of guilt or self pity for their idiocy over this whole matter.

 

Now go make something out of yourself and become a contributing member of society.

Post of the f*cking year mate. But he has a point. GROW A F*CKING PAIR.

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Thanks, Kevin. I feel you.

 

It's not that I'm bitching, I just feel like I don't care about anything anymore.

 

I shouldn't give people the things that they aren't ready to give me.

 

f*ck me, f*ck you, f*ck everybody. I have friends. I'll move out of this hell hole as soon as possible. I'm 18, I'm supposed to live life as much as humanly possible. I don't need this sh*t.

 

Thanks, Kevin, for putting some f*cking sense into me, it helps knowing someone had it worse, no offense.

 

I'm better than that. I'm just fed up from living by other people's ideals and expectations.

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This was the kind of sh*t that landed me in the hospital a few times. I was thrown through a hand-made ladder (made out of 2x4) face first over doing the dishes for example.

Did that happen because you didn't do the dishes? Or because you did them in a way that he didn't like?

I mean, did you try to love him and just have it thrown back at you at every single f*cking opportunity? Does it ever get at you, those mixed feelings of love and hatred and being unable to tell the difference between the two?

f*ck off. That wasn't a cry for your piss poor advice. My father and I didn't get along. It wasn't a matter of the dishes being done or done his way. It just happened to be the trigger point in a fruitless argument started by a confused, emotionally torn, mentally and physically abusive man. The cat's litter box could have needed cleaned and it could cause an argument.

 

Now go browse Yahoo Answers for questions you can answer while bathing it with your sh*thouse sense of advice.




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Typhus: I see what you mean, well, in a different context anyway. Is there nothing more harmless that turns you on so you can get rid of the feeling?

 

What I suggest you do is travel mate. Go on your own or with a friend and travel, clear your mind.

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f*ck off. That wasn't a cry for your piss poor advice. My father and I didn't get along. It wasn't a matter of the dishes being done or done his way. It just happened to be the trigger point in a fruitless argument started by a confused, emotionally torn, mentally and physically abusive man. The cat's litter box could have needed cleaned and it could cause an argument.

So you didn't love him? Not even a little bit?

Forgive me, but I just want to peek around inside your head a little bit.

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f*ck off. That wasn't a cry for your piss poor advice. My father and I didn't get along. It wasn't a matter of the dishes being done or done his way. It just happened to be the trigger point in a fruitless argument started by a confused, emotionally torn, mentally and physically abusive man. The cat's litter box could have needed cleaned and it could cause an argument.

So you didn't love him? Not even a little bit?

Thats not the issue. I just don't want to talk to you.




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f*ck off. That wasn't a cry for your piss poor advice. My father and I didn't get along. It wasn't a matter of the dishes being done or done his way. It just happened to be the trigger point in a fruitless argument started by a confused, emotionally torn, mentally and physically abusive man. The cat's litter box could have needed cleaned and it could cause an argument.

So you didn't love him? Not even a little bit?

Don't go there, for anyone's sake.

 

I too, hate my father. He almost strangled me for not sitting properly at the dinner table.

 

I f*cking hate him more than life.

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f*ck off. That wasn't a cry for your piss poor advice. My father and I didn't get along. It wasn't a matter of the dishes being done or done his way. It just happened to be the trigger point in a fruitless argument started by a confused, emotionally torn, mentally and physically abusive man. The cat's litter box could have needed cleaned and it could cause an argument.

So you didn't love him? Not even a little bit?

Thats not the issue. I just don't want to talk to you.

That's a pity.

I'm a good listener.

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