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I once confronted my parents about their toxic actions and how it affects me emotionally. I cried even. I was dismissed and told I& #39;m drunk and should go sleep. In their defense I was intoxicated yes but those were real feelings. I stopped confronting them about anything.
I was there stating facts after facts. Childhood memory after childhood memory. Showed them why and when I started being distant towards them and started isolating myself. I was dismissed. This was last year. Hardly speak to them now. I live with them but hardly speak.
Those who know me know that I& #39;m always on the road every chance I get coz I don& #39;t like being home. I& #39;ve been in my room since the lockdown started. They keep asking why I never spend time with them or talk to them. The answer is, the last time I tried, I was dismissed.
What triggered me confronting them? I was involved in a car accident last year. I called my dad to come get me. Man& #39;s could see that the accident was not my fault but he treated me like shit in front of strangers. It triggered a childhood memory and when I got home, I burst.
I love my parents but I really don& #39;t think I can open up freely to them or have a proper parent and child relationship anymore. Sometimes I want to talk to them, like now, then I remember that I& #39;ll just be wasting my time. So I end sitting in my bedroom and mind my own business.
Sometimes I look at other families and how they& #39;re so close and I wonder how things could& #39;ve been if I was close with my parents like that. I always visit @Chimza_Makhotso and sometimes overstay my welcome coz that& #39;s my way of breaking free and going into a happy home.