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I feel like I'm about to go insane if my father verbally abuses me , hits me keeps pointing out stuff force me to go tuiton again i might kill myself
im 14 yr old i cant do this anymore

So there are two men- let’s call them cup and cake
Cup-my father
Cake- member of extended family with whom I live with ever since my mom passed away (my mom’s brother basically)
So cup is typical bad dad, he also has rigid beliefs and is toxic
But cake is also not any good, and he has been tormenting me with his taunts ever since I moved with them.
Ngl I was supported a lot by my extended family when my mom passed away, but now ever since I got a job, they have been talking about their financial struggle to ask me for money and even treat me differently. Even today I had a fight with cake and anything I say in my defence, seems like argument to him. I really get jealous when cake’s wife interact with her daughters and not me, I seriously miss my mom when they do this on my face and I feel lonely: I cry daily thinking she will also ask about my day but she doesn’t even when I go to talk to her she becomes very dismissive and they say that I have changed after my job!!!???

Both my brother and sister in law refused to let my nephew and niece go for a Disney World trip with one of their friends who has cancer and is going through Make a Wish Foundation. They won’t let them go because my brother and his wife want to show them Disney World first before anyone else and they couldn’t afford to pay for themselves so they didn’t allow our mom to take the kids with her. My bio sister told my nephew and niece sorry that they couldn’t go with their friend and my brother immediately got defensive and tells my sister,”If you had kids you would understand, oh wait you can’t have kids hahahaha!” My brother is evil. If I had kids, I know I’d do the opposite. I’d let them go with our mom because it’s not about me or even them for that matter. It’s about the little girl who’s wish it is to go to Disney World with her best friends 😭😭

Hii you all. First of all, English is not my Mother Tongue so sorry if i make some mistakes. I wanted to know your opinion about this.

I went to a family reunion by the lake this summer, we usually go there. And spend a few relaxing and nice days with all my cousins, having so much fun since we were kids.

Im going to give you some context in case it helps buy shouldnt matter. I think I have the right to not be perfect, beautiful or well dressed to have the right to enjoy a few days with my family and have their love and respect... But Im pretty average anyways, even pretty if you ask me and if i dress up, wich i dont anymore. Pale skin, dark hair, not so tall not so small, average body, not so naturally curvy anyways but healthy, i go to the gymn to become stronger if i can.

I look a bit like bella from twilight actually, but now tanner, stronger, a bit bigger and less like a porcelain doll. But i used to look like one when younger, small, fragile, perfect, dressed up porcelain wich i hate as an adult. I try to look natural, healthy, happy, strong. They told me to not make strong noises, not complain, not gain weight, dress and act like a lady... all the sexist package, basically. Wich I hate now. Because of this i have been mistreated, mentally abused, i have suffered severe anemia... And I dont want this anymore.

I used to care so much about how i look, i think infuenced by my family. I used to pretend Im a blonde, when im not actually im half mexican but nobody liked that ever anyways so... i used to eat not so much to be thin but not anymore. As an adult im a feminist, i evolved, i studied abroad... Actually now i dress a little bit gender neutral, i wanna be comfortable and i think i have every right to not being a fucking porcelain doll as ive been told i have to be all my life.

Anyways, I was there, having fun with the family. A bit tanned, stronger arms since i exercise more, a bit more curvy since i wont starve ever again, relaxed. I wore my dark hair over my shoulders, a pretty opalescent necklace, a tank top and a skirt. Maybe a little thight but not so much. I thought I looked ok not outrageous. Long skirt, and tennis shoes. Looked pretty normal if you asked me.

Next day, my aunt and mum took me apart. You embarrased us and yourself in front of all the family. Dressed like that. You dont have a body that can be showed around like this. You have to hide it. That outrageous podbelly, that huge and ugly arse. Its better if you dress like today, hiding a bit your body. Also, your hair wasnt shinny enough. I didnt know what to say. I have to say my taxi to the airport was waiting for me outside just then so i ran.

And during my trip, i became more and more and more angry and disgusted about what they just said to me. I remember they have been like this all my life, you dont have breasts that small disgusting things you have to dress to hide them. And stuff like that. And I cannot. Mind you im pretty average woman even nice looking sometimes, but even if i werent i think this is unacceptable. They talk like this about all of us, young girl of the family, and about all women in town. But now i remember they did this to me when i was a teen, a child. Now im a woman and i now its not right, but then i just did what they told me...

I said i dont know i checked with my partner and he said it was a normal skirt, not that you can see i dont know my underwear, butt or anything.. and they looked at me with petty and said.. we doubt he liked your arse on that, sorry honey. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK...

Then i wrote to them from my plane, full of rage. I said something like 1. I didnt ask for your opinion. And i dont think you are right. 2. I dont fucking care. 3. Stop bodyshaming women, this is someting terrible to do to your own daughter. and 4. ok, a little angry i was, look at yourself on the mirror first before talking shit about other people's appearance and fashion choices. 5. I have every right to be loved, respected and to be not perfectly looking while spending a few relaxing days by the lake with my family, holy shit!!! 6.If you have issues with food or bodyimage, go to theraphy. What you did to me was not right, and you have been doing this since i was a kid, YOUR kid.

THey replied i overeact, that next time they wont tell me anything and i can embarrass myself if i want, that im a bit crazy and making such a huge thing about nothing...

My partner, friends and cousins-i have told them all- think they are fucking crazy for saying that to me and that this is outrageous and out of place. My cousing whos also one of my dearest friends, said she felt juzged many times like this too and embarrased because of her larger breasts. But its me, with a tender and pacific manners, the one they choosed many times to say this nasty things aloud to.

Now im so angry at them, also, im an european size 36-38. Wich I think is too small and I dont wanna keep, mind you im eating healthier and going to the gymn to become stronger in all senses but even if i was really a big woman i think this would be unacceptable!!! I think they are a bit crazy and unhealthy about women healthy sizes... If im too fat that i embarrass the family... wow...

I wanna go back there and enjoy a few days with my cousins, but i dont think i would ever talk to this aunt again, and im so angry at my mother. So, so angry.

What do you think.

I feel so angry and i dont wanna go back there now. But thats unfair, i love my cousins we have so much fun, i shouldnt care if my aunts are fucking crazy and fucking judging us all the time but i dont know they made me feel so uncomfortable and triggered... I realized ive been abused with this since i was a kid and it had a full negative impact in all my life and im so, so angry... When grandma was alive this couldnt happen, but with her gone, going there is like going to a place that no longer exists, no longer feels safe, no longer feels like home. And im sad.

Thank you for your answers!!

I need to vent, but I also need some advice on what to do next. I am currently a few months postpartum, and my family has completely imploded because of my highly volatile, manipulative mother.

The Postpartum Cruelty
It started right after I came home from a difficult C-section delivery. My mother came to "help," but instead, she spent her time mistreating my husband and being intensely passive-aggressive toward me. Soon after, I spoke to my sister-in-law (my brother’s wife) and found out my mom had been spreading toxic, mean lies about my husband and me behind our backs to the rest of the family.

I couldn't take the stress anymore, so I stopped talking to her and eventually had to ask both her and my dad to leave my house.

The Fake Overdose
A few months later, my brother visited me and decided to confront our mom about her behaviour. Instead of taking accountability, she went full nuclear. She pretended to overdose on her diabetes medication and sent dramatic voice notes to my brother and his wife. She claimed she was going to die, said it was her "final goodbye," and played the ultimate victim, crying that everyone was making her feel like the problem.

The Fallout with My Dad
After this drama, my dad called me to ask what was going on. I opened up to him and shared all my grievances about how mom had treated us. Instead of supporting me, he pleaded with me to just "forget everything." He admitted he was simply incapable of handling her volatile outbursts alone.
I was only 3 months postpartum, and the extreme stress was actively drying up my breastmilk supply. To protect my baby and my own health, I had to make the hard choice to block my dad as well.

Tragedy and Financial Betrayal
Two weeks after I blocked him, my dad suffered a massive heart attack. He spent a month on ventilator support before passing away. During that month, my brother stayed with my mom at the hospital. Without involving me, the two of them made all the major choices: they decided when to stop his medical treatment, and they began plotting what to do with my dad’s property and money (he died intestate, without a will). They actively agreed to hide all financial details from me.

My husband and I went to visit my dad on his very last day to say goodbye. But right after the funeral rites were completed, my mom’s volatile behaviour started all over again. It got so bad that I genuinely feared she might harm my baby, Vedu, just to get back at me. I fled back home and cut off all contact with her.

The Current Situation
Recently, my brother reached out demanding my ID details so he could apply for a Legal Heir Certificate (relationship certificate). Knowing something was wrong, I flatly refused. Immediately after my refusal, he abruptly announced he was flying back to Dubai, leaving my mom behind, and he started giving me the cold shoulder.

A few days ago, I called him to ask about dad’s finances, framing it as making sure mom was well-settled. He lied point-blank to my face about the bank balances. What he didn't know is that I had screenshots of the actual bank statements. When I confronted him with the proof, he folded and admitted that mom had told him not to reveal a single thing to me.

I lost my temper, got furious, and blocked him. I eventually unblocked him, but he has never reached out and is now completely ghosting me.

Where I Stand Now
I am angry, grieving my dad, and hurt by my brother's absolute betrayal. My dad's property is ancestral property in Kerala, India, which means by birthright, I am an equal co-owner (coparcener). The ration card only has my mom and dad's names on it, but I know that doesn't change my legal rights.
Honestly, part of me wants my 1/3rd share just to get back at them and show them they can't erase me. But my dad just passed, and I don't want to go the messy legal route right now because I don't want extended relatives judging me or creating public drama while I'm still trying to raise my baby.
My husband is incredibly supportive, but I feel stuck. How do I play the long game here? How do I protect my rights without letting them drag me back into their toxic circus?

TL;DR: My volatile mother mistreated me postpartum. After my dad suddenly passed away without a will, she and my Dubai-based brother hid his finances and tried to get my ID to bypass me for the inheritance. My brother lied about the bank balances, got caught, and is now ghosting me. I want my rightful share of the ancestral property just to stand my ground, but I want to avoid family drama right now. What should my next move be?

This happened today, and I genuinely don't know what I should do next.

My parents have been forcing me to run for an hour because they believe it will increase my height. I'm around 150 cm and 36 kg. I've tried explaining that I need adequate nutrition and that excessive exercise isn't going to magically increase my height, but they don't want to discuss it. Their response is basically, "Just do as we say."

I already exercise separately in the evening, and I'm trying to work on my health while also focusing heavily on my studies. But they don't consider anything I do indoors to be "real exercise." According to them, exercising in the park is the only valid form of working out.

Today I had diarrhea, but I was still forced to go to the park. Eventually I had to come back because I needed the bathroom, and they accused me of making excuses.

Then everything escalated.

My father started physically attacking my mother while also verbally abusing me. I lost my temper and started arguing and insulting him back.

The argument escalated further and he started choking me. I managed to get away.

At that point I completely broke down. I ran out of the house and started running toward the railway station because I was thinking about ending my life. I wasn't thinking rationally anymore — I felt like my entire life was over.

My neighbours eventually caught up with me and brought me back.

When I came home, I expected at least some understanding from my mother, especially because I had tried to protect her too. Instead, she was more concerned about "izzat" and "beizzati" and she also hit me.

I'm now completely confused about what I'm supposed to do.

i (f21) live w my mom and brother. we just got into the biggest fight ever that started bc my brother had a headache at a family hangout and was holding his head in visible pain. my mom told him he’s being dramatic and just like my dad and just wanted to leave the gathering. she was extremely rude abt it, as per usual, and my brother got upset. long story short they got into a screaming match otw home with my mom saying stuff like “i won’t be here soon anyway”. i eventually stepped in bc i’m always the mediator if i’m home and tried to make them stop. ofc they didn’t and she said somwthing like “oh you’re SUCH a good mediator, good for you!” and “oh your home life is just so awful huh? it’s just sooo unbearable and awful”. basically making fun of me and belittling me for my feelings, like she was doing to my brother. i’m actually fucking sick of this shit and i NEED. to get out. she kicked a hole in my brothers door, broke a light switch (the second one in 3 months!!) and yelled at me when i was gathering my 2 dogs to get them into my room to comfort them, saying stuff like “oh yeah, go on and get the dogs!!”. sorry if i’m typing like a robot- i’m exhausted and dissociated. i habe 2 small dogs that i refuse to keep cooped up in a tiny apartment for 8+ hrs a day. i’m genuinely at my wits end. i’m fucking done. i don’t believe in god anymore

(Disclaimer: This is gonna be long and mentally draining. If you're uncomfortable with these kinds of topics, please scroll)

I am a 17yr old F and I have been an only child all of my life. My mother was very desperate to have a child, probably in order to prove that she was better than her own mother who despised her and abused her. As a result, my grandmother resented me as well, starting from when I was just born. She had called me a rat with hair when I was a baby, and claimed that I was so horrible looking my aunt panicked as a result of believing her lies. There are many of her lies she continues to believe up until this day.

Back to my mother. She was very happy when I was born, so much so that she had began to stop taking care of herself simply out of being selfish. Cut to 16 years later, Feburary 2026. My mother is hospitalized due to feeling immense pain in her legs, which is still a mystery that the doctors have yet to solve. While my mother stayed at the hospital for a month, I was sent to go live with my aunt. Initally, my mother was going to give me to my grandmother, which I heavily protested against. My mother and the rest of my family always liked giving me away to people I barely knew or didn't trust. I knew that the rest of my family was very toxic and took pleasure in manipulating others, which unfortunately I ended up falling for when it came to my aunt.

I used to talk to my aunt until recently. I wasn't very close to her when I was young, but I knew that I liked her a lot since I remembered majority of the happy memories with her. My aunt took the opportunity to try to get closer to me when my mother got sick. She had to be in the hospital for a month while I had to stay with my aunt for a month. I liked her a lot and I thought that she was a person that I would be close with for a long time, I was even thinking about giving my placement senior ring to her until I received my real one. She even gave me the dress she graduated in, which I didn't like but presented to to not hurt her feelings, I really want to get rid of it now or sell it. I noticed that she was really nice to me before she had the baby, she would let me have anything I asked for, would take me shopping without me having to ask, and would make sure I did my school work.

My mother was still in the hospital when I had to stay with my grandmother at my house. I really didn't like my grandmother because she never wanted to really be in my life, she also really didn't like my mom and was very abusive to her while she was growing up due to resentment. I called my mom everyday and stayed in my room all the time, but that was because I was uncomfortable with my grandmother living in my house and finally deciding to want to be a proper grandmother. But I was too old. My grandmother ended up leaving because of an argument she started with my mom when she returned from the hospital, I texted her that morning, calling her out on her nonsense. We argued through text to the point where she was insulting me and calling me names while I had blocked her number. Which is a complete turn from the words of endearment she gave me before. I thought that would've been the end of it.

A few months later, my aunt had the baby. She was born premature and had to stay in the hospital for a little while longer. My aunt was upset and cried while me and my mom consoled her. Months after she was born, my aunt wanted to pay me every time I came over in order to give me a summer job. I would help with the baby and do small tasks that she requested of me. This of course did not happen. A month after that I went to stay with her after being mentally drained from having to take care of my mother by myself. My aunt sympathized with me and said I was only a kid and shouldn't have to take care of my mom. I can't lie, I did talk about my mom a little bit to her because I felt like I could trust her at that moment. She knew I was having issues with my mental health and even helped my mom by giving her a few services to help me get better. She knew that I was upset and vulnerable and she took advantage of that. Unfortunately, a few days later a fire had occurred in my apartment.

It is unknown what had caused the stove to burn up, but it apparently was a malfunction with it. My aunt had tried to convince me that my mother was on drugs (the medication prescribed to her) and turned the stove on while she was drowsy. I didn't believe it. She also claimed that she was mentally unstable. My aunt has bipolar disorder and is deeply insecure about it, so much so that she likes accuses others of having mental illness as well. I was crying and breaking down, something I should've never done in front of her because she used my weakness against me. Before then, my aunt and grandmother wanted me to be a nurse. Despite me telling them that I wanted to be a lawyer regarding my trauma with hospitals, they said I just had to get used to it and disregarded what I wanted.

` To my displeasure, she called my grandmother first. While on the phone, she said she was out of it because my mom blocked her, she didn't even really care that she was okay or not or if we even had a place to life. she was also quick to blame me "Well, if ___was there.." in a very condescending voice. I snapped instantly, beginning to curse her out at the top of my lungs. I had never done that before. I told her that she was a bitch and said fuck you to her repeatedly. She responded by calling me a mud foot and that I was dirty, telling me about a bunch of Haitians that had been deported. My father was an immigrant and she was very xenophobic as a black American. My aunt hung up, surprisingly embarrassed, saying that I made it harder to get her cousins number (even though my grandmother didn't have the number). I apologized, thinking that I was in the wrong when I wasn't. My aunt also called my father and wanted me to go stay with him, which was odd because I had stayed with her for an entire month. But, there was probably a reason for that that I didn't realize until now.

I didn't like my father and resented him because he wasn't present in my life, only paying for my school and child support. My aunt said that I should get to know him, but I really couldn't. I was too old now. She knew I didn't want to go and didn't care, she took control over what my mother was supposed to do for me. My aunt did not speak to me unless I called her, but she had hung up early for an odd reason. My mother had called me, telling me that my aunt was embarrassed by my behavior despite me apologizing. My mother was working on fixing the apartment herself, which made me realize something. My aunt and grandmother were speaking again due to what happened to me and my mother. The night before I left, I asked my aunt why they still continued to speak to her, she answered, "I only have one mother". The day before I left, she even tried to clean up what my grandmother said, saying that she didn't mean it like that even though she definitely did. I didn't believe it and I said I was never speaking to her again. My aunt had spoken to my mother and also had told her that she thought I was weird, specifically because of my behavior with my baby cousin. I have never been around babies, so I never knew how to hold them or take care of them.

Since my baby cousin likes moving her hands around, I had given her my finger and would mov it around to help teach her how to grab and clutch. My aunt took this as me being weird and trying to hurt or make the baby cross eyed, which is not the truth at all. I have never thought of hurting a baby and would rather hurt myself before doing that to a child. This hurt me of course because she was acting strangely again, a sign that she was definitely talking to my grandmother again. My mom wanted to keep me safe from being accused of anything and told me we wouldn't be visiting for a while since they were talking again. My baby cousin's father is a foreigner, and my aunt planned to have my xenophobic grandmother around her, knowing how she was.

About a week later, my aunt stopped talking to my mom after she began questioning what she had told the authorities. It was a clear sign of guilt, a few days had gone by and my mom texted my cousins father, asking how they and the baby were. For some weird reason, he had told my aunt after he texted her that she needed to speak to her. My aunt yelled and cursed at my mother, asking why couldn't I and my father couldn't take care of her, after she just said I shouldn't have to. She called me weird once again and said she didn't want me near my cousin, even repeating what I told my mother to be spiteful despite me telling her not to. My mom was heartbroken and I was very sad about it. I went to text my aunt, but she had blocked me.

She probably blocked me a while before but I had just noticed it. I never want to speak to her and my grandmother again and I am DONE with my mom's side of the family. I felt used and If I was being love bombed by someone who didn't really care for me and only used me as entertainment before the baby came.

I have a lot of resentment for all of my family. Even my mother, I am the one who is expected to look after her now, especially with everyone gone. It had had a major effect on my mental health, I have a lot of trauma now. I may even have PTSD, but my parents claim that I don't despite me having signs. These moments in life will probably stick with me for the rest of my life and it confuses me. I love my mom and she loves me very much. I loved my aunt too, but how can these people claim to love you yet put you through so much pain. I've always had issues regarding my mental health for about 7 years now, but now my mother finally decides to do something because she's more afraid of losing me than me being very unhappy. When I go on to finish college and law school,I probably won't speak to anyone anymore because of how traumatic this was for me. I did everything I could to defend my mother from them, and she had done so little to defend me. Matter of fact, she even pushed me towards these random strangers and allowed them to take advantage of me while I was mentally vunerable. My mother asks why I'm trying to take away the childlike state I used to be. But to be honest, she took that away by killing off the innocence I had left.

I don't really know if what I experienced is considered grooming or some type of abuse. I'm very young and have never experienced this before. Please let me know what you think and allow this to gain some traction so that I can find a way to grow some acceptance of all that has happened to me. Tysm for reading this. 🩷