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I’ve been grinding away for 8 years, working full-time, and what do I have to show for it? Nothing. No friends, no girlfriend, no apartment—just an endless cycle of monotony. And I know exactly who to blame: my parents.
My dad’s grand plan for my life? Work 12-hour days indefinitely. This, coming from a man who spent his 20s partying, getting arrested, and doing cocaine. He squandered his youth on indulgence, yet expects me to sacrifice mine on relentless labor. The hypocrisy is staggering.
Then there’s my mom. She isolated me throughout my childhood, terrified that the world was teeming with dangers like pedophiles. I wasn’t allowed to go outside, make friends, or experience anything resembling a normal life. My days were spent staring at walls, listening to her cry about how hard it was to not work or clean the house. She blamed me for ruining her ever-changing career aspirations—one week a lawyer, the next a teacher. Her unfulfilled dreams became my burden, and I was the scapegoat for her dissatisfaction.
Their combined dysfunctions have left me ill-equipped for life. I have no social skills, no support network, and no hope for a meaningful relationship. While my dad wasted his youth and my mom wallowed in self-pity, I was denied the basic experiences that form a well-rounded human being.
I didn’t ask to be born into this mess. If they weren’t prepared to provide a nurturing environment, they had no business bringing me into the world. Their selfishness and incompetence have condemned me to a life of isolation and unending toil. They should have spared me this existence and never had me at all.
Has anyone else been in the same boat? How did you cope or find a way out?
