I've had issues with my parents all my life. My dad is a drunk (24/7 drunk) and a drug abuser, mostly weed. Mom is an alcoholic too, but not as bad. She was pretty bad when I was young, but now is a few glasses of wine at night type. I have 2 brothers, one is a major drunk just like my dad, the other is the total opposite, he's in a good college and is doing very well. I'm the only girl, I'm the oldest.
OK, so on with the issues... first issue, I was sexually abused (mildly and only a few times) by a helper of my dad's at the age of about 7. My parents knew about this and did nothing. In fact, they made fun of me, they said "oh, is "Mr x" your new boyfriend". He worked with my dad until we moved away. That hurt big time.
I was never a real bad kid, the most trouble I got in was skipping class in HS and smoking. No drugs, no boys, no sneaking out, no drinking, no trouble with the law. Big deal, when you look at what other kids do really. So because of this, I got berated every day. My dad would say horrible things to me, and my mom did nothing. In fact, she silently agreed with him. She would also do something despicable. She would love to have something on me, like a call from the school saying I skipped, and bring it up at dinner in front of the whole family, when my dad would be out of his mind drunk. He would scream and belittle me in front of everyone, and mom would sit there enjoying it like it was her fave TV show. One time, after I had been caught smoking, a pack of my mom's cigs came up missing. My father was sure I took them, and called me every name in the book. I swore I didn't do it. He made me write a letter of apology to my mom. Right when he was done yelling and all, my little bro (3 at the time) came in the room and went into his toy box and brought out the missing cigs. He said he had taken them so that I couldn't find them. My father refused to take back anything he said, and insisted I put a 3 yr old up to that. How is that even possible? So I was still guilty in his mind, even though he had been proved wrong. In all my years, I have never stolen from my parents, not once. I have told small lies, but not about anything important. If I did something, I would always take responsibility. They don't have/didn't have any reason ever to distrust me as they do. I hate that they treat me like a criminal when I've NEVER done anything to deserve that.
I was not allowed to get my license at 16. I could not be trusted, I really don't understand that. My brothers got their licenses the day they turned 16 (yet my one bro got into the same trouble I got in at that age, smoking and stuff, oh yeah... he was allowed to smoke! ). I was encouraged to drop out of school at 16 because they were tired of me skipping class and getting bad grades (?? ). I ended up getting my GED and later going to college. I was berated for taking out college loans (?? ). What was I supposed to do? They were not helping me in any way at all. Yet, they are doing everything to put my bro through college, taking loans for him, making sure he has a car, money, and everything.
OK, on to cars. My bro is a drunk as I said. My parents know this, I'm sure. He comes over and gets out of his vehicle with an open beer. He is never without a beer. He has got a few DWI's. So what does my mom do? She co-signs for a $20k truck for him and lets him be on her insurance policy (he's 26). I was in a bad spot once and asked to borrow her second car, a real hooptie that was given to her for free, and she said no. I don't drive drunk, I don't have a bad driving record, nothing. I needed a favor, so I could get to work. Not like I was going out to party.
I used to live nearby them, but moved far away 4 yrs ago. I used to call once a week to talk and see how everyone was and all. Never once in this 4 yrs have my parents called me. I decided last Dec (2006) that I was not calling anymore, I was going to wait for them to call me. So far I am still waiting. I have had a new baby with my husband and they don't even know about her.
There's so much more I could add, but maybe this gives you a good enough idea of things. What do I do?? Why are my parents like this? I truly don't understand why. How do I move on, it seems impossible. I really want to know why I am treated like I am, but I guess I'll never know. I also wonder, what are they thinking now? Do they miss me? Do they even notice? Any thoughts?