Mindslave wrote:
That's how my parents are. I've been called cocksucker, Motherf***er, piece of (feces) and many other things by my father, and my mother just tells me that I can't do it, whatever it is. She is far worse, because on one hand, she tells me she wants me to be successful in whatever I do, and on the other hand, any time I decide on a career path, she tells me all the reasons I can't do it, and subtly (in her mind) disapproves of any steps forward I take that don't directly relate to me not "costing them money". Actions speak louder than words. I pay for my own school, my car, the insurance, the gas, the credit card bills, and the only thing they pay for is food (that they eat too, mind you) and health insurance, which is good enough that it doesn't cost them that much extra money in the first place. I rarely ever go see a doctor for that matter. They always tell me that I live here for free, but it isn't any skin off their back all things considered. It doesn't cost them anything extra for me to stand in their house, and the heat is never on in the winter (or the air conditioning in the summer) because my dad doesn't want to pay for it. Fine, whatever. Internet is a flat rate too. I help around the house with all kinds of things, including all yardwork, and they still find things to complain about. I'm just an extra cost to them, not a human being. And they claim to love me...hah! Living with them really helped me tell the difference between love and fake.
But did they tell you to die/kill yourself when extremely angry? Swearing (saying c*cksucker, motherf*cker and such) is considered very normal in my family for some reason.