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I’ve been sitting on this for a while, wondering if I should actually start a thread and just lay my life out there. I really want to get some perspective from you guys—advice, stories, whatever 🙂
So, I’m 19. I was adopted as an infant when I was six months old. I don't know a single thing about my biological parents, and honestly, it never even crossed my mind to look for them. My current parents are my adoptive parents, and there’s a 40-year age gap between us. I don't know what the adoption laws were like back then, but that gap feels massive because of how we see the world...
My mom couldn't have kids, and my dad desperately wanted one, which is why I'm here. Everything seemed fine when I was little—maybe I just didn't notice things back then. I was basically a trophy for them to show off, the reason they felt like "perfect" parents to everyone else. Looking back, maybe they were just trying to fix their own insecurities through me. But now? My mother treats me like absolute garbage. She calls me trash, tells me I'll abandon my own kids one day, calls me every name in the book... she says the worst things imaginable. She turns all our neighbors and friends against me, and especially my dad. It’s like she’s jealous of him because he actually loves me, and she views me as her female competition. She tells me I’ll never amount to anything and that I should just be grateful I have a roof over my head. And yeah, I am grateful, but after years of this psychological abuse (and physical too), I feel like I'm living in a literal hell. She’d slap me or pull my hair out of nowhere. It makes it impossible to live a normal life. She harasses my friends, ruins everything I enjoy, meddles in everything, and just can't stop being malicious. She's disgusting. I can't stand to look at her or hear her voice, let alone be touched by her. She has these phases where she acts sweet, but it's a trap—she's just gathering info to use against me later. This is a huge story so I won't write it all now, but I need to know: who is responsible for letting someone end up in a family like this? I know my biological parents left me, but why did I have to end up in a house that turned my life into a nightmare? No matter how well I hold myself together despite everything, it eats at me. I want to fix this on my own. I've never been a problem child—I had straight As through middle school, went to one of the best high schools in town, and I'm in college now. I don't even go out much. I've never caused trouble. So, where is the problem? What did I do to deserve this?
I didn't report her behavior when I was a minor because I was terrified. You have to understand how hard it is to take action when you're that vulnerable; I was scared of what would happen to me, how I'd finish school, or even make it to college. I finally went to the police recently to report everything she's done, and of course, nothing happened. It's like they're waiting for someone to actually die before they show up and say, "Oh, another victim of domestic violence." They just play dumb. If nobody wants to step in for cases like this, then who will? She's clearly unstable and bipolar, but I'm not a psychiatrist and I can't fix her. And we all know people like that never admit they're sick. I get that it's hard for her not being able to have a biological child, but am I supposed to be her punching bag? No. And honestly, I don't feel sorry for her because she clearly isn't capable of being a parent.
So, I’m 19. I was adopted as an infant when I was six months old. I don't know a single thing about my biological parents, and honestly, it never even crossed my mind to look for them. My current parents are my adoptive parents, and there’s a 40-year age gap between us. I don't know what the adoption laws were like back then, but that gap feels massive because of how we see the world...
My mom couldn't have kids, and my dad desperately wanted one, which is why I'm here. Everything seemed fine when I was little—maybe I just didn't notice things back then. I was basically a trophy for them to show off, the reason they felt like "perfect" parents to everyone else. Looking back, maybe they were just trying to fix their own insecurities through me. But now? My mother treats me like absolute garbage. She calls me trash, tells me I'll abandon my own kids one day, calls me every name in the book... she says the worst things imaginable. She turns all our neighbors and friends against me, and especially my dad. It’s like she’s jealous of him because he actually loves me, and she views me as her female competition. She tells me I’ll never amount to anything and that I should just be grateful I have a roof over my head. And yeah, I am grateful, but after years of this psychological abuse (and physical too), I feel like I'm living in a literal hell. She’d slap me or pull my hair out of nowhere. It makes it impossible to live a normal life. She harasses my friends, ruins everything I enjoy, meddles in everything, and just can't stop being malicious. She's disgusting. I can't stand to look at her or hear her voice, let alone be touched by her. She has these phases where she acts sweet, but it's a trap—she's just gathering info to use against me later. This is a huge story so I won't write it all now, but I need to know: who is responsible for letting someone end up in a family like this? I know my biological parents left me, but why did I have to end up in a house that turned my life into a nightmare? No matter how well I hold myself together despite everything, it eats at me. I want to fix this on my own. I've never been a problem child—I had straight As through middle school, went to one of the best high schools in town, and I'm in college now. I don't even go out much. I've never caused trouble. So, where is the problem? What did I do to deserve this?
I didn't report her behavior when I was a minor because I was terrified. You have to understand how hard it is to take action when you're that vulnerable; I was scared of what would happen to me, how I'd finish school, or even make it to college. I finally went to the police recently to report everything she's done, and of course, nothing happened. It's like they're waiting for someone to actually die before they show up and say, "Oh, another victim of domestic violence." They just play dumb. If nobody wants to step in for cases like this, then who will? She's clearly unstable and bipolar, but I'm not a psychiatrist and I can't fix her. And we all know people like that never admit they're sick. I get that it's hard for her not being able to have a biological child, but am I supposed to be her punching bag? No. And honestly, I don't feel sorry for her because she clearly isn't capable of being a parent.