they used to make me so happy.. what happened??
another thing to add, haha. my older brother would laugh at my depression. he called me a faker, saying that this is why everyone hates me. its true, ive never met someone who doesnt hate me. just have to deal with it, hopefully get somewhere in life.you know the audio that goes, “feels like, we had matching wounds but, mines still black and bruised and yours is perfectly fine.”
i relate to it a lot. as the older sibling (i have an older step brother, he isnt around very often.), i feel the need to protect my little brother. on a daily basis, he is threatened and yelled at by my dad. the same goes for me, but not as often. i thought at this point he wouldve realized that it isn’t right, that it’s not the proper treatment to give kids. i get yelled at for not paying attention, not eating fast enough, taking too long in the shower, the list goes on.
that’s the matching wounds part.
now, for the part, “mines still black and bruised but yours is perfectly fine.”.
my little brother still smiles, giggles, and all the happy stuff around my dad, the real kind. i’ve had to learn to fake it so i don’t get yelled at more. i get that he’s only 7 and may not understand these things, but it hurts. i’ve spent my nights crying myself to sleep. i used to be the one holding my family together. my mom was gone, my older brother payed no attention to the family, and my little brother was too young to understand. i had severe depression, anxiety, i had it all. but who was the mood maker of the family? who put the smiles on their faces, the one who was always so happy and cheerful? me. i had to do it. during the day, my job was to hold the family together. during the night, i cried. i cried for hours on end, hoping that some miracle would happen and i would be gone. they say i’m making it up and i’m being dramatic. they’re all just blind and oblivious to whats actually going on. he’s threatened to hit me. he’s said that i’m not perfect enough. and when my mom had to leave, he blamed everything on her. he said that she was being the bad parent. yes, she made some bad decisions, but she was ill. the responsible thing for him to do wouldve been to help her, so that it wouldn’t have gotten so bad in the first place. i don’t think he knew how much time i spent in the counselors office at school, crying. keep in mind, during this i was in 5th grade. a 10 year old, having to go through that. my little brother seems to remember absolutely nothing. that’s great for him, maybe he’ll realize this isn’t the right situation when he’s older.
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