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grow up.
they’re trying their hardest.

Okay, I had to break my no-reblog rule for this.

Anyone who complains about her parents?

Does this include my ex-girlfriend, who, upon her parents finding out that she was dating another girl, forbade her from sleeping on her bed? Who told her, “You’re a bitch. Bitches sleep on the floor” and had to sleep on the carpet with not even a pillow or blanket for maybe a month?

Does this include my friend, whose mom repeatedly drank when she was pregnant in an effort to kill her because it was too late to have an abortion? Her mom was trying her hardest?

Does this include my nephew, who, at 2-years-old, is often left in a baby’s playplen in the living room so that his dad can go to his room and play video games? He doesn’t complain about his parents, but I’m sure if he could, he would. He needs to grow up? His parents are trying their hardest?

Does this include my sisters? Who all but one got kicked out of their homes for nearly no reason? My Ate Jeannette who had to pack up her son’s stuff as fast and she could and leave just because my mom thought she was being sarcastic? And even after explaining to her mom that wasn’t being sarcastic or even trying to be disrespectful, was just yelled at to stop “talking back” and to “get out”?

Does this include all of my parents’ kids (yes, including me), who all have almost committed suicide after repeatedly hearing from our mom that we’re failures? That we’re not good enough? We just needed to grow up?

Does this include My Ate Michelle, who, after attempting suicide, was not comforted at all? And after she was stopped, her parents acted like nothing happened? She just needed to grow up?

Does this include my Ate Crystal? Who, after finding out through ultrasound that her unborn child might be missing its right finger tips, that her child might die, heard not words of comfort from her mother, but was urged to get an abortion? And even after telling her mom that she didn’t want to have one, her mom just kept giving her reasons why she should? How much do you think that hurt her? To hear her own mother say that about her baby whom she loved so much?

To hear her own mothers to say to her sister, to me, that she wasn’t doing the right thing? That she was just being too emotional and wasn’t thinking right?

So does it include my Ate Crystal, who only found out the sex of her son after his death? Who, instead of weeping tears of joy at the birth of her first child, instead of holding her counting his fingers and his toes, wept tears of sorrow while holding her dead, deformed child? Unable to look at his body, for fear that his limb-body wall complex (I dare you to Google images) would be too much for her to handle?

And instead of getting sympathy, her mother whom, in my sister’s own words, she “desperately need[s] to understand” thought she was overreacting to his death? My Ate Crystal, whose mother thought she should have gotten it by now? Whose mother tells her that it’s easier for her to get over her son death because she “didn’t have a relationship with him”? Instead of complaining, wishing that her mom would understand how much it hurts to lose someone you never got the chance to hold…my sister needs to grow up?

Does this include Louie, her husband, who posted on Twitter, “Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers with an angel in Heaven,” but whose mother-in-law explained that he wasn’t a parent because he didn’t have a kid?

Does this include my friend, whose dad molested her? And when she told her mom, all her mom did was say, “I’m sorry,” and then pretend she never heard anything? My friend, whose pastor had to be the one to call child’s services because the rest of family refused to do anything?

Whose father, refusing to face his family, chose instead to commit suicide by jumping off a bridge?

There are 6 kids in my family. 5 girls, 1 boy. The son is the youngest. You know what that means? My parents kept trying until they finally got their boy.

They don’t tell us about how they cried and exclaimed, “It’s a girl!” They tell us about how disappointed they were when they found it wasn’t a boy.

How do you think that makes me feel? To know that I wasn’t what they wanted? To know that I was a disappointment from birth? To be reminded nearly every day because of the way my mom treats my brother compared to how she treats the rest of us?

Do I not have the right to complain and say that my parents should have never told us the story where the doctors thought my Ate Raquel was a boy and my dad had to reassure my mother, “Don’t get your hopes up; we don’t want to get disappointed again”? Do I need to grow up because I think that?

Sure, most teenagers are just unappreciative, but that does not give you the right to think that every kid who complains just needs to grow up.

So until you’ve seen me crying over it, don’t fucking tell me to grow up.

It’s so easy to say that every parent is trying their hardest; but it’s not easy to live with a parent who you don’t think even loves you. I know what it’s like. And it makes me cry right now just to type that. I’ve been crying since I read the original blog.

Unless you think that “big girls don’t cry.” In that case, then I’m a fucking child.

so that blog about anyone who complains about their parents..should be rephrased.

it should rephrased to..

‘anyone who complains about their parents, who doesn’t have reason to..should..

grow up.

they’re trying their hardest.’

there are many kids out there who are lucky & fortunate, like me, who are blessed with supportive & loving parents. i used to complain so much about them..when in reality they have given me so much & sacrificed so much for my brother & i.

there are kids out there, to this day..that complain about their parents when they have it easy. those kids shouldn’t complain.

but i agree..those people that have gone through the worst with their parents have the right to complain.

janelle, that’s crazy that you went through all that. sorry to hear that dude.

woah.