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My friends would have warm houses, two lovely parents and a family close to them. Parents would invest into hobbies. They could cry and talk to their parents.
My dad only bought me used clothes, my winter clothes were just my normal summer clothes. full off holes, the school called the child protective services on my dad. my dad would essentially just use me as manual labour most of the time. my step mom would always insult me whenever i was around, sometimes behind my back sometimes to my face. always laugh, and if i even try to say something back my dad screams at me. if i ever complain i get shouted at. whenever i dont respond to my dad calling my name he gets furious. if i show even 1 ounce of complaint he boils over and throws something. i have to sleep with a jacket on in my room, i semi consistently ate rotten/moldy food. i ate rotten hotdogs and moldy bread at some point. during the winter i would have boxes of ginger bread i would eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
and he told me i was spoiled that i should be grateful since he provides food for me, roof and clothing.
and now everyone on bant will see my flag and assume shit about me that im spoiled or whatever the fuck. when i was 15 i contemplated burning down my house and killing myself after he kicked me out.
