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My mom was an extremely abusive piece of shit who took great enjoyment in humiliating, berating, chastizing and all the usual petty bullshit one expects from a trashy asshole, moronic woman. My dad, the enabling trash wasn't much better, and sometimes partook in the action, my guess is out of fear or boredome. Both ways, he was a flaming pussy when it came to being bossed around like a little bitch.

When I was a kid my mom used to try and force me to eat and drink meds. Whatever the CDC or other bullcrap said, i found it in my breakfast. And we're not talking soft meds, were talking Zolpidem, Oxycodone, Valium. Imagine someone thinking feeding this crap to someone who'se 5 or so is a good idea ... and you have my mom. She would try mixing it into my food, force feeding it. In any which case, I absolutely refused the crap. My dad would try to make me write med logs for medications, and he would beat the shit out of me for not taking the meds.

My mom hated that I never took the meds, so she took to trying to get me mentally committed. She even went so far as to try to get me used as a way to get more meds for herself. She said I had oppositional defiance disorder, threatening to have me locked up in prison for not listening to her, trying to bait medical personnel to throw me into jail so she could force power over me, nothing was off the table with that woman.

What threw me over the edge, was that my family friend had died at one point. My mom did not give a fuck about the person. But at one point my dad was telling me if the hospital gives me opiates or calming meds for the anxiety i got over the death, i should just give them to my mom. My dad the piece of shit was openly telling me to be my mom's drug dealer ... what made the death so weird, is my mom was going out of her way to goat me and abuse me to get an emotional reaction she could use against me. It's like she was trying to get me angry so she could point and tell me im some kind of asshole.

I dont talk to these people anymore, they are out of my life. But their behavior makes me angry, destroying a kid's life to that extent to score drugs. My gf will never understand why or how this creates problems, since her own family is nowhere near this level of abusive. The thing is all these problems made me into a much stronger person emotionally and physically. I saw right through the veneer of bullshit that is current day society. The entire time, society was just there telling me honor your parents as if being beaten for being alive is a-ok, because no one wants to dace the truth that just because someone is a parent, doesnt make them not a shitty person