and it's like. the way my mother operates makes it so hard to even describe her manipulations and she'd never openly admit to it same as she's never admitting anything else. quite frankly the woman probably haven't spoken a word of truth in the past 40 years.
and then there are things that are hard to believe, hard to conceptualize for me. hard to say out loud, hard to type down because i don't want them to be true.
i think of my father as somebody i looked up to as a kid. we watched nature and space related documentaries together, he was the one who gave me this curiosity of the world. then he grew distant and i was trying to get closer to him ever since.
i thought that's just the way he is but he isn't this way around my brother. he's just been this way to me.
then now he was threatening me with violence while severly drunk, turning it all into a joke as my brother came by. threatening me because i'm upsetting my mother (upsetting her by feeling angry/offended which i wasn't feeling and i told them both that repeatedly but they didn't believe me because i wasn't coming downstairs and i wasn't coming downstairs because my goddamn ankle was busted (which, by the way, happened because of my mother but now i was supposed to be a grown up about all of this but also just ignore my own pain, as always))
then now he was shouting at me because i was politely asking them to specify their accusations and asking where exactly the insults were coming from, hoping i can address those, work something out, but it turns out i just poked a stick in an anthill because i didn't fall for their cheap manipulations
then now he was shouting at me that they can't trust a word i say ever since i was 14 years old. ever since i tried to kill myself for the first time*. (*it was actually the second time, the first one being a month prior, and even less succesfull, as i just got mighty high instead of hurting myself as i planned)
after this first attempt*, i came to tell them two days after. i was in severe pain that probably would have serious consequences but i "fucked up" and i wouldn't die. i didn't have to come to them to tell them about it but i did.
they've never believed in a single word i say, and i always wanted to trust them, even as they were proving time and time again that they're not worthy of this trust.