I guess the two people that I resemble most are:
I am very prideful even to the point of stupidity sometimes, I care a lot for my little brother but have a bad relationship with my father. I guess I can explain that since a bunch ofother people shared their stories, it will also explain why I have been MIA for a while:
Okay so before I begin I will say that this will be fairly lengthy. Anyway I'm 19 years old and work at Fred Meyers and live with both my parents and 16 year old brother. Now although I'm embarrassed to admit I do not have my drivers license; so my dad offered to teach me, I accepted and we began driving and went on the freeway, well I messed up a few times and he starts yelling at me, I tell him that we should go home since it is getting stressful and when we get home I say to my mother "dad is upset so can you teach me to drive sometime?" Then my father barged in a said "You know what? You wanna talk like that? You can get your sh•t and get the f@ck out of my house!" I said no problem and told him I will get my stuff that I paid money for and take my time. My dad screamed at me to just leave and stay out and I repeated what I said earlier, as soon as I repeated that he lunged at me ang began choking me and then swung on me with his right arm. I grabbed him and tried to throw him on the ground but he was bigger stronger and military trained (Navy for 5 years and his father was in the service as well) and got me on the floor as we were in the hallway and he had his back against the wall to brace himself while I had nothing but an open closet so when I tried taking him down I simply pulled him down on top of me... he then mounted me and pounded on the left side of my face all the while yelling profanities and things like "Say something now! You think you're tough?! You think you can disrespect me!?" giving me busted lips, a black eye that was also red from blood and hurt to even open and very painful when I looked at anything bright and a swollen cheek. He then got up and said he was going for a walk and wanted me gone when he got back and I yelled and said I hope he dies and called him all sorts of names, hell, I even got up (With blood leaking from my nose and mouth like a fountain) and and groggly walked over (as I was still pretty shaken, numb, and a bit traumatized from the whole thing) and said something along the lines of "You think I'm afraid to die, you son of a bitch!?" my dad just yelled back at me to shut up and "You sound crazy, shut the hell up! The time for talking is over!" I yelled back "F@ck you!" and he stopped halfway at the door and turned around, I was never so scared in my life, I thought he was gonna come back and knock me out, my voice was shaky and my eyes were watering up. He just turned around and left and simply looked at my mom and said "Call me when he's gone" and my mom had a panic attack and started bawling and in a fit of rage threw he new phone at the wall; shattering it into pieces. I just remember my mom saying "Why is this family falling apart...?" as my older brother was sent to jail for choking his sister and armed robbery (Yeah my family is a bit cracked, my other older brother hates my father as well). I remember looking at my little brother who was trying his best to put on a strong face and make sense of what happened and be strong for my mom, I could only look at him trying to choke back tears because for the first time in my life I felt weak, my dad always had rage issues and I always feared for my mom and little brother and I felt so weak, I could only say "I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you.." after I said that I damn near started bawling with my mom. Anyways after cleaning up my blood from the floor and skipping a few embarrassing details (As if the story could get any more embarrassing...) I am now I'm at my older brother's house. I took a break from AV and most social media in general save Youtube and Facebook where I vented a lot (I know SpeedforceSpider knows what I mean since he saw them and comforted me lol)
But yeah now I'm doing boxing and am much more aggressive now, not because I blame the world, but just because I don't ever want to feel that weak again. I put on a tough front but still can't help but be too soft sometimes. The real kicker out of all this is that he texted me an hour or so after the even saying I am welcome to come home as long as I show some respect.