Karma Will Prevail


Sunday, May 14, 2017

Why my family/household is very different (Postulations on how we got to this state now, why i am unconfident and insecure)

-Both parents and sister are affected with mental illness/ anger issues

-Both parents when the were dating, they were not showing their true selves(due to desperation, true), and after marriage they found out that they're quite incompatible in characters

-Father is extremely violent and vulgar when he gets mad

-Hokkien curse words can be heard daily (been targeted countless times)

-Anger and rage is considered strength

-Dirty sex jokes are made in Hokkien frequently

-Dust bunnies and grime are found in most corners of the house, very unsightly and hard to deal with as we can't afford vacuum cleaner, and i have runny nose problems, only face mask helps

-We were physically emotionally traumatized at a young age, witnessing ear-splitting yelling, fighting, smashing of things, verbal humiliation, threats, silent treatment (cold war) and other mind games (usually it's father not letting mom watch her favorite show on tv, not sharing snacks with her, sighing audibly, sometimes talking bad things about me behind my back but wanted mom to tell me what he said{a lot of Hokkien swear words} etc.).

-Four of us live a small 538 sq ft two-bedroom apartment (since 1999), with one ceiling fan, one bathroom (you can't go number two if washing machine is draining water), cement floor.

-Only father sleeps in bed in a bedroom, while i sleep on a thin mattress on the floor of the living room every night, next to the house door, also where father drinks beer every now and then

-Even the neighbors can't stand the loudness of my family, and one time a neighbor shouts "Ey!" and father gets all panicky and demands mom to stop yelling. Yet, they don't care about me being disturbed when i was doing homework or studying for tests previously in the living room (where the actions took place).

-i don't have a bedroom to hide in, nor a personal study desk to work on things (as of 2018, now i do have my own mahjong table)

-Parents had been brainwashing us that the world outside is much worse and violent than them, and jobs like waiting tables or taking care of a store are ignominious from a young age.

-Knives have to be wrapped in newspaper and be kept away to avoid being used for violence

-Sister follows in the footsteps of father, throwing stuff across the house (scissors, iphone, water bottle), i've also spotted her stealing money from father

-Our house is a small two-bedroom apartment unit with one ceiling fan, and we got two obstinate sloppy adult pack rats, so all areas where their stuff are found look suffocating and unappetizing (rags, random little containers etc. can be found at the dark narrow bottom of the kitchen cabinet), and only my own personal stuff are neatly arranged

-I sit at father's dining table next to the kitchen to use my laptop and learn stuff, and my face gets all oily and full of pimples whenever mom deep fries stuff in the kitchen, suffer!

-We need to eat dinner faster than father, or else we need to wait for 10 minutes to wash our mouth and hands, to avoid being yelled at.

-Sister and I eat/ate dinner in the kitchen where the floor it's always wet and damp, only father eats at a table in the living room, while mom usually eats later than us, she likes to eat on the floor in the living room, and sometimes some rice falls off her plate and this enrages father

-My eating place is next to the toilet, luckily it's very clean

 -Having to go to work on a rainy day has always been a right reason for father to get violent to the family, who in the hell forced this type of gentleman to get married and have a family?

-Believe it or not, father still cares about his looks when he's out, knowing damn well his reputation of wife beater

-Our toilet door,  is basically a ramshackle joke; flush tank not functional, so relatives and guests alike better don't come and want to use it

-Father is a fear-monger-in-chief when he is not throwing tantrums

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