Since I was little I have always had a horrendous relationship with my parents, they have always favoured my brother and made that well known quite early on. I'll try and keep it as simple as I can but these are only snippits of things that they have put me through.
I have had a countless amount of silent treatments with my family, I have never had a good relationship with my dad and if we had an argument (over something so silly) no one in the family would talk to me.
I was raped at 16 years old, I told my mum and dad and they didn't believe me, told me that I was looking for some attention. They told the whole family that I was lying and now they all believe that I made it up. I have gone through counselling and CBT to help me live with this.
I was then raped again at 18, I was told that it was my fault as I had drunk too much and so I basically "gave myself away", cue another round of CBT which did help but I'm struggling this time so I have had longer treatments.
My family wouldn't speak to me for a while after that and they refused to believe that I was telling the truth.
From that point on things got worse with myself and my family, I met someone whom I had DS1 with, we moved in together and things finally looked like they were getting better.
I developed PND after a few months with DS1 and my partner found it hard to cope with me and after telling my family about it they told me that "depression is made up by people who seek more attention" they felt sorry for my partner having to live with me, no one helped me during this time, I went myself to the GP who were the only people who cared enough to give me the relevant treatment.
After planning our second child (DS2) and being 5 weeks pregnant my partner left me out of the blue and I had no choice but to move in with my parents.
A year later my dad gets drunk 5/7 nights a week and things came to blows just before Christmas when I asked him not to touch the oven as I was cooking in it, both of them started screaming in my face, my mum hit me and my dad was smashing things in a temper. Screaming that I "fuck up every relationship I have".
I rang social services who are helping me leave with my two children, I spent Christmas eve, day and new years day in my room with my two children and no one has spoken a word to me since.
This is the shortened version as much as I could but I have come to the point in my life where I have had enough and I honestly don't want anything to do with them.
Do you agree?