Post by reaper on Nov 16, 2019 18:44:24 GMT -5
When i a child....id say i was happy and normal. I remember growing up with my grandparents. See....my mother and father got a divorce by the time i was 5. My father was granted custody of me. But he was young and once again single, so he dropped me off with my grandparents and pretty much left me there permanently. Needless to say that brought about some abandonment issues.
Anyways my grandparents did their best to give me everything i needed and from time to time things i wanted.
Unfortunately for me all my aunts and uncles whom still lived at home were all teachers and counselors.
At first it was pretty cool to have them around. Hell it was awesome. Talk about having the inside track on schoolwork. It seemedthey were all glad to help with my school work and all put a hand in raising me. Raising me to be respectful, honest person of good moral compass.
And as the years passed, my blissful life slowly crept towards a living nightmare. Once i hit puberty it was all down hill...first of all i was an oddball with all my classmates due to fact that i was a late bloomer. Then on top of that the pressure from my aunts and uncles to succeed in school took on a whole new level.
I thought i was doing pretty good. A and B honor roll every 6 weeks. But like clock work my aunts and uncles always told me" well...you could do better."
So week after week i cracked the books and dedicated every hour i had to study. Hoping to bring up my grades and getting their approval. Day after day...week after week...till finally i brought home all A's. And they were proud. It was all i expected. It was what i had worked for. Then the nightmare began.
Next report card came...and eventhough they were all still straight A's my aunts and uncles noticed my math and history grades haf dropped 2 points. So they confronted me and asked me "why did you go down from a 97 to a 95?"
Huh? Why? Whats going on? Are you on drugs?
And at that moment i realized normal life Was over. Now i couldnt even go down 1 point on my grades without bringing on the looks of disappointment from my family.
The constant pressure of having to be the best. The horrific pressure of living up to the family name.
I hated my dad somedays for leaving me there. But most of the time i daydreamed of him coming back for me and taking me out of that hellhole.
That day never came....
And even though the pressure was unbearable i survived year after year....until i turned 18. Then i was old enough to move out on my own. And move out i did. Hating them all for everything they put me through.
10 years later i find myself with a wife and 2 kids. Yesterday my kids brought home their second report cards. The first thing i noticed was how their 92 went down to a 91. And i thought,"oh my god....ive become them!!!"
Anyways my grandparents did their best to give me everything i needed and from time to time things i wanted.
Unfortunately for me all my aunts and uncles whom still lived at home were all teachers and counselors.
At first it was pretty cool to have them around. Hell it was awesome. Talk about having the inside track on schoolwork. It seemedthey were all glad to help with my school work and all put a hand in raising me. Raising me to be respectful, honest person of good moral compass.
And as the years passed, my blissful life slowly crept towards a living nightmare. Once i hit puberty it was all down hill...first of all i was an oddball with all my classmates due to fact that i was a late bloomer. Then on top of that the pressure from my aunts and uncles to succeed in school took on a whole new level.
I thought i was doing pretty good. A and B honor roll every 6 weeks. But like clock work my aunts and uncles always told me" well...you could do better."
So week after week i cracked the books and dedicated every hour i had to study. Hoping to bring up my grades and getting their approval. Day after day...week after week...till finally i brought home all A's. And they were proud. It was all i expected. It was what i had worked for. Then the nightmare began.
Next report card came...and eventhough they were all still straight A's my aunts and uncles noticed my math and history grades haf dropped 2 points. So they confronted me and asked me "why did you go down from a 97 to a 95?"
Huh? Why? Whats going on? Are you on drugs?
And at that moment i realized normal life Was over. Now i couldnt even go down 1 point on my grades without bringing on the looks of disappointment from my family.
The constant pressure of having to be the best. The horrific pressure of living up to the family name.
I hated my dad somedays for leaving me there. But most of the time i daydreamed of him coming back for me and taking me out of that hellhole.
That day never came....
And even though the pressure was unbearable i survived year after year....until i turned 18. Then i was old enough to move out on my own. And move out i did. Hating them all for everything they put me through.
10 years later i find myself with a wife and 2 kids. Yesterday my kids brought home their second report cards. The first thing i noticed was how their 92 went down to a 91. And i thought,"oh my god....ive become them!!!"
