I used to have problems like this, my mom is an accountant at a pretty big company and she gets super stressed when she gets home. I get home from school at at around 3:45 and because we live in Connecticut, where it is never truly warm until July and August, I have to bring firewood into the garage and then into the house, feed our dogs, lock up our chickens, get my homework done, help my sister with homework, and pick up the house if it gets messy all before 5:06 which is the time she usually gets home. So I have about an hour, maybe a bit more, to get 6 chores done.
When I get home I am usually pretty tired and stressed because I even though I don't have much homework I usually get huge projects and even if we have a week to do something easy like a writing and drawing combo I stress about the whole week, even after it's done. I am usually tired because I happen to be a drama magnet at my school and sometimes I just need a break from everyone's whining and screaming for a few days.
There was this one time where I was falling into depression and anorexia because I was in a bad relationship that I was forced into by peer pressure, I'm almost in seventh grade I shouldn't be dealing with dating right now but no one really cared about that, and the guy I was "dating" would always call me things like a gold-digger, a female dog, and many other swears. I have always been pretty slow to break down and it isn't often anyone sees me crying or getting so angry I can't stop myself from doing anything, but this guy had me in the in between. I had gotten to the point where I had broken up with him twice only to be forced back into a relationship and I was done. So I broke up with him, I was yelling, and he slapped me then ignored me. He had me feeling like I wasn't perfect though and I stopped eating very much at all. I would cry myself to sleep at least twice a week and no one noticed.
Me and my mom were fighting about something I had said to this guy in my class who, in my defense, would try and make me get angry at him everyday, and I just started to spill everything. So she found out and got even more angry, telling me that I shouldn't care what anyone else said but that I should care what they think because I don't want to be 'that girl' in school. Or, that's what I got out of it anyways.
We recently made up, about a month ago, because I had enough of the fighting and left her a note telling her sorry about everything I had ever done to upset her. She accepted my apology and we went to get our nails done. (I stress bit all the polish off though, so it was a bit of a waste)
I'm not saying you should feel sorry about anything you did, but if you can't put up with it I usually find that ranting to my friends, or asking if you can just explode all your feeling out to one or two of them, is the best solution to any family problems. |
