<p>this morning, my mother came into the room where i was reading and said "why haven't you started making lunch yet?" i replied, "i didn't know i was supposed to; it would've helped if you had told me". she verbally abused me while i chopped the onions, telling me i was lazy, useless, and selfish, and that i "need a proper beating". finally, she threw me out for listening to my ipod when i couldn't take the insults anymore and wanted to block out her voice.</p>
<p>she verbally attacks me on a constant basis, and has threatened to hit me several times (she doesn't usually). she hates me because i remind her of my father, whom she blames for all the misery in her life, but refuses to divorce. she goes into these rages where all she does is scream at me and my dad. she goes on for hours and just never stops. even when no one replies (we usually don't because honestly what do you say?) she rants and monologues and repeats herself and oh god she never shuts up. sometimes she attacks dad physically, never when i'm there but i can hear the sounds and in the morning i can see the places where her nails have cut him.</p>
<p>i have a sister. she's 12. she's prettier than me, and thinner (and at 5'6, 120 lbs, i'm not exactly fat). she's submissive and eager to please. mom loves her.
i'm the rebellious daughter, the one who talks back, who doesn't let people get close to her. the bad one.
and the clever one, though i don't know what good that's ever done me.</p>
<p>she says she is sending me away to a swedish high school, a residential one. she says i'm too messed up to stay, and conversely, that our family is too messed up for me to be in. i don't know if that's just an empty threat, like the time she told dad she was going to kill herself and that i'd find her body in the morning (she thought i was asleep) or all the times she's said she's leaving. i don't know what happens if it's true. i'm going to be a junior. i'm supposed to be starting the ib.</p>
<p>she says i have "problems", but refuses to let me see a therapist. she thinks she can discipline me into submission. the truth is that i'll do pretty much anything for people if they just ask me nicely. maybe what i really need is kindness, but it's probably too late for that.</p>
<p>she says i made up a bad childhood just to make myself more interesting. i didn't make up the times she shook me by the shoulders, hitting my head against the wall. (i was 10, maybe 11.) i think i'd rather be boring.</p>
<p>i'm sorry for ranting; i'm just tired. i don't know what to do and i don't have anyone to talk to. i don't know if i'm even justified in asking for help. i'm white and middle-class. i go to private school. my parents drive volvos. we live in a nice neighborhood. (nevermind that the house isn't ours, and that i attend my school on scholarship, and that none of this is even real.) other people have it far worse. i don't feel as if i'm abused enough to be as messed up as i am. (is this abuse?)</p>
<p>this isn't working anymore and i just don't know what to do.</p>