My dad... is the reason for any emotional drainage in our family. He is rarely happy, he is always picking arguments, and blows up at the slightest stupidest thing. He is like a giant mass of negative energy. And sometimes it's like a domino affect.
He puts me down, belittles me, says i'm hopeless and don't amount to much, and you try and not believe such things, but when i was 13 i wanted to die with the emotional wounds he was putting me through. The only reason i didn't kill myself was because i was too scared to, because i love my friends and at least they're my reason for living, and because i have great faith in God.
He use to love me, he use to be nice to me, and treat me the way i'm meant to be treated, but i got older, and he started emotionally abusing me too/as well as my mum.
Mum doesn't like it as much as me, but sometime's they'll fight, but the next day they'll be buddy buddy again. But they're fights have been bad, Dad's had to go sleep somewhere else for the night, but more recently the funny thing is he'll sleep in the garage or set up a tent outside, that's the pathetic thing, he can't even leave the property when it gets that bad.
The abuse has never really developed to physical abuse. But in a way, at least physical abuse would show the world what he's like. He covers up his insecurties very well- everyone at his work thinks he's great, he's nice to them, he jokes and laughs around them, he does them favours. i believe verbal and emotional abuse leaves deeper wounds, thinks that affect your spirit, and your self-worth.
i haven't really let him affect me, i've tried. Of course he's affected me before, i'd cry myself to sleep with the pain of it all. I was 13 then, and now i'm 16, and i've learnt since then, that i have to be strong, and that he's the one thats messed up- not me, that he's the one who whose a failure, not me. He had no right to make me cry myself to sleep, to make me want to kill myself, to make me feel like a failure. The ironic thing is, i'm a really happy person, i'm very positive, and ALWAYS laughing- at school, with my friends- and it would probably be that way at home too, if his negativity didn't domino-effect us. So, that takes a really messed up person, in my opinion, to have the power and ability to make a happy-go-lucky person like myself, want to die from the pain of words, putdowns, emotional abuse.
If anyone, has any tips for coping with negative people like my dad, could you please share?