SuicideFuel Bitches hate me

[all this time]

Anytime I’m talking to foids under 30 they all act hostile as fuck to me but are nice in the beginning, but their true personality comes out after I don’t give in to their shit jokes and just reply with “oh” “yep” “yeah” “tbh” and just dry replies, no escaping the wrath of latinas n sheboons, these bitches see you’re non nt and it’s lights out, there’s a reason why I always gotta transfer to a male dominated department anywhere I go because if I work with hoes it never goes well unless it’s milfs and cougars

 

[EnglishCel]

It's because women are so spoiled that anyone who does not immediately entertain all their rubbish upsets them.

 

[Intellau_Celistic]

It's because women are so spoiled that anyone who does not immediately entertain all their rubbish upsets them.

Obviously.

 

[Intellau_Celistic]

"BPD" often involves violence and manipulation. My half-cousin has BPD; she would hit me over the tiniest of things.

Yes. My half-cousins would tell me "Well? Get out of the car!" when I would arrive home after going somewhere with them.

In my "regular" life, Mother told me to respect my half-cousins despite them hitting me and denigrating me.

"Just ignore it. She is bipolar"

My half-cousins hit me often when I was a child. They also sapped Mother's money for themselves and ditched me when they had friends appear.

Yes. I'd go grocery shopping with half-relatives...I gave them my snacks, I sought to help them feel comfortable. They laughed at me when I went to the mall and ignored my presence. They told me, "Get out of the car". They whined because Mother and I were present when they wanted to shop(We had appointments).

Intellau_Celistic said:

In my "regular" life, Mother told me to respect my half-cousins despite them hitting me and denigrating me.

"Just ignore it. She is bipolar"

In group therapy, a Cumskin hole received special privileges over me.

When we attended family "gatherings", I remember being anxious since my maternal relatives were content to sit and hand out bags of candy among themselves while disregarding me. Did I ask...? Hmm. I doubt it, since I was sweating from anxiety.

 

[EnglishCel]

Obviously.

Indeed.

 

[Intellau_Celistic]

Indeed.

When I was a four-year-old, my parents and I lived in a duplex, where my father would hit Mother and damage the walls, resulting in holes near a wooden desk she used for sewing. I recall pouring soap in my eyes at this age to stop them from arguing.

When we moved, my father would regularly come home and argue with Mother over anything he disliked. He broke the windows in our living room as well as the windows in our kitchen, he broke a "Leopard Statue", he broke our kitchen table, he broke plates, he threw Mother's computer and clothes into the garbage bin. He'd regularly pound on Mother's room door(Used for crafts). He'd yell at Mother as he was driving her to work.

One day, Mother was asked by my father to write a check, which she did. However, he was angry because she was drying off after a shower. This led him to shove her onto the floor(She was naked) and kick her legs repeatedly, which I was present for and saw. He also broke her fingers and cut her knuckles, injured her knees and kicked her abdomen. Our utilities were cut off three times due to failure to pay, and the result was living with my paternal grandparents for weeks at a time. On the day we moved in with my maternal grandparents, me and Mother sat in the dark since my father didn't pay the utility bill("Well, then leave"; he left the house after yelling, which I hid from).