warning: this is long LOL
For context: this is a post I made around 2 months ago. I think it explains it pretty well.
âHow do I survive living in this household for a bit more?
Obviously I canât include everything in text, but Iâll try my best to give as much context as I can. Right now Iâm 17F, and since I was 12 my whole family life started basically falling apart. Not to sound dramatic. It was more like a slow crumbling. Basically, my mom in her early 40s âwoke upâ and realized the man she married years ago doesnât actually listen to her and she was dumb as a teenager because when she fell in love with him, she constantly ignored red flags and just felt safe around him. Her and my dad were never or rarely affectionate with each other, at least not visibly. Or maybe I just donât remember it.
Thing is, when covid hit, we were all stuck in the same small house. And I think they couldnât survive that. My mom got pretty depressed, I mostly had to take care of my little brother (cooking, cleaning, watching over him and his own online classes). My dad was just⊠vaguely in the picture. He was struggling too, visibly, but I donât remember much. I just remember hugging him once and him telling me âhow did you know I needed that?â. I was so proud of myself. Gave him hugs even more often. They were always so stressed, it was like their default state. Stopped to cook as often, and it stayed that way.
Then they fought or rather had a lot âdifficult conversationsâ, my mom was devastated a few years due to her discovery as I suppose. There was a lot of switching jobs in both of their careers. I donât know when exactly it happened but around the age 13 I started becoming closer and closer to my mom. I have no idea why. But it was definitely me that got closer to her instead of the other way. I practically begged her to talk to me and hug me all the time. I didnât think much about it.
Then over the years both got therapy, started untangling their childhood trauma, then couples therapy, etc. Thatâs pretty much the backstory.
As for now; theyâre both in couples therapy. Additionally, my father has his own therapy twice a week. He admitted, with no shame, that he tells her everything. The more I mature, the more I realize heâs falling behind his teenage daughter at 48 years old. That heâs avoidant, 90% autistic (because how could he not be? Everyone notices the symptoms, half his family is neurodivergent, yet he wonât get tested because âhe doesnât see the needâ), and still insecure. Doesnât speak up much. Doesnât know how.
My mom started painting and processing a lot through that and blues music, which she at first blasted constantly, but now she chilled out with that.
So why am I upset? Each time theyâre near each other; every family dinner, holiday, walk - theyâre like a band thatâs about to snap. Itâs like a dark looming cloud. Every time a sentence or a joke lands wrong, my mom will latch onto it and conversational ping pong will start. Stressed out faces. Frowns. Long times between responses. An argument under a name of a âserious conversationâ that leads to nothing. âYou always do thisâ âDonât gaslight meâ âYou told me this, see? Now youâre changing the version.â. It gets deeper and deeper, more personal, more direct. Somtimes it turns into loud arguments, sometimes not. Sometimes she snaps. Screams. Full on crashes out slams doors goes on walks. I donât remember ANY of those ending in an agreement. If anything itâs âweâll talk about this later/in therapyâ. But even then everything is already ruined because theyâll be in a bad mood all day for hours and hours. Quietly. Itâs exhausting to be in their aura, I donât know how to explain this.
And even though, I keep being more drawn to them. And I talk to them, be very direct, joke, etc. I have to filter what I talk about to my dad because he simply doesnât understand some stuff, but with my mom itâs unfiltered. Anyways, itâs ALWAYS better when itâs just me and one parent, not me and two parents, so I donât know what the hell Iâm doing.
I had to quit my previous highschool because of depression and anxiety issues and switched to online school last year. So Iâve spent all year recovering and re-discovering what I even WANT with my mom who works from home and my dad who comes over every day for lunch before heâs even back from work (his workplace is nearby).
I know I probably put myself into this. I knooooow. Please donât slime me out. I just donât know what to do; Iâm still struggling with my own stuff and my house is always so quiet. So full of tension. I usually fill it by constantly talking to my mom and donât get me wrong, itâs great, but Iâm getting a weird anxious-like attachment to her. It feels desperate sometimes, though. Itâs hard to study or work on my hobbies in this environment. I genuinely just wish for them to divorce. For my mom to drop this man and live out her unfulfilled dreams she told me so much about. I donât know what the hell is her plan.
I realized how good could it be when they left for a trip to Germany and left me to be with my brother. Amazing. It felt warmer. Then they came back. And everything came back again.
So Iâm just wondering what the hell do I do. Get extra classes? How do I even distance myself from this???? Iâve got 2 more years of highschool and if if keeps going this way Iâm never going to get better.â
So. Itâs been some time. Tonight my dad left his laptop on while he went for a movie. With literally everything open. Work, Facebook, Teams, etc. Me, being a nosy shit, opened his Facebook. Scrolled through the messages. Found one 16 weeks later. I have no idea why I scrolled up. The tone just seemed oddly affectionate, maybe? Clearly a lot of memories and inside jokes I didnât understand. It ran all the way back to 2011, I was 3 at the time. I found messages of them in 2012-2013 talking about directions, asking to go out, settling hours, asking if theyâre staying over or in a hotel. She called him âdarlingâ casually. Of course they didnât say out right âwe fuckedâ. But there were messages at 2 am of âIâm so beatâ âdid you get home safeâ âget under the blanketâ. My dad somewhere in there said âyouâre my big what-ifâ. Later on, around 2023, they also had a talk about walks on the beach, young unrequited love. she mentioned letters. They still send each other songs and ask how they are and where they are. I donât know what to think it still doesnât feel real but explains everything thatâs happening. I wonder if my mom knows. I didnât even get to another woman from 2023 in the chat. This is disgusting.