So I have had the pleasure of being raised not only by narcissists, but they are also Indian. Great combo. They are not as bad as everybody else here, but still unbearable. When I was little, I was smart but didn't really do well in school and misbehaved, but I knew in the back of my head that I would straighten out in high school since that's where it really counts since I have to get into college. Well, I would look around and all my friends, who were Indian also, always got awesome stuff, got to do cool things, got gifts for Christmas, and whenever I asked why I didn't, they're automatic response was because I misbehaved at school. That was in elementary school. In middle school it was because I didn't get good enough grades(95 or higher in all my classes). Now I am in high school, ending my junior year with a 3.75, which in my state means that if I keep that by the time I graduate, my college tuition will be paid for in full, have had zero disciplinary problems at school since middle school, and now their excuse is that it's because I am not a perfect child at home. I say child because my parents are ones who expect me to behave like an adult but still treat me like a child. My first job was working for my dad at his gas station over the summer. He lured me in by saying he would pay me $20 a day, which sounded nice at the time. But by the end of the summer, I realized that for the amount of time/work I put in, I was being massively underpaid. Pretty much everyday over the summer, it was waking up in the morning, driving 30-40 miles depending on whether or not we had to stop by a wholesale store to pick out inventory, getting to the store and working to restock the store, which usually involved working in the refrigerator behind the drinks, and lugging things around. This was literately back breaking work, where I was popping a sweat doing it. Also taking out the trash, and changing out the trash bags at the pumps. And let me tell you, that still remains one of the most disgusting things in the world. That trash usually weighed as much as I did, and was swarming with flys, maggots, spiders, and daddy long legs, and was dripping from that sweet garbage juice. My dad would get mad when I wasn't physically able to do it from how much it weighed. And we didn't leave the store until closing which was at 10 at night, and we didn't get home until 11. And the money I made, I wasn't even allowed to spend it on what I wanted, everything had to be ran by him. I ended up being forced to use all the money to pay for new clothes since I had grown out of all my old clothes but my dad didn't believe me until he actually saw how small my clothes were. When I asked why I had to pay for my own clothes when no one else my age had to, he would always hold over my head how lucky I was to have a job at 15, and that none of the other kids my age would get paid by their parents to work at their stores, even though none of the other kids my age had to buy their own clothes. And since I worked for my dad, if an employee messed up at the store, it ends at the store for them. If I messed it followed me home as well. The next job I got was over the next summer at Zaxbys, which was pretty much a fast food place. I was only able to work there because my friends also got a job there and we were able to get matching schedules so I would always go to work with him. I made good money, but most of it went towards a gym membership so I could get into shape and hang out with my friends, even though non of them had to pay for their own membership. I eventually had to drop the job once school started because between my college classes which required a lot of reading, my regular classes, and homework, coming home at around 11 at night, tired and sweaty, and then having to start on homework and reading just wasn't possible. I cut my gym membership, but I didn't have much money left, and the rest of it was spent on black friday because I needed clothes and that was the cheapest time to get it. The only new money I got was from my tax return, which my dad filed since I had no clue even where to start. He told me I would get around $300 but he had to give the guy doing the taxes $50. I said okay, I didn't know any better. When I saw my friends tax returns, they were getting much more, and when I asked my dad if he was telling the truth, he said of course. Well, I got my $250, but later I saw the file for the tax returns, I had gotten another $100 but he didn't tell me, and when I asked why he lied, he said it actually cost me $150 to file it. Fucking sure. I told him I would file my own taxes next year, and he got mad, asking what I even knew about taxes, I told him idc, I will figure it out. Anyways, I learned how to buy and sell shoes from a close friend of mine and managed to turn the $250 into $600, but they're already getting mad at me for this too. Every time a new shoe is shipped to the house, they are always complaining about me buying all these fancy shoes even though I am not even wearing them, I mean, I go to school in the same 5 sweats because that's all I really have. Before selling shoes, I was selling candy at school to try and keep my gym membership. I was doing really good too since Michelle Obama cut junk food out of the vending machines, but they made me stop because they said school was only for learning, even though me selling candy had zero interference with my school work. And since they know I am making a little bit money, they both have attitudes. My dad is always mocking and saying, "Wow, what a big business man, selling, shipping, taking pictures of shoes, making soo much money" and if I need ANYTHING, I have to buy it myself since I am "making soo much money". Food, school supplies, ect. I am honestly done at this point, I am not sure how I am gonna pay for college because they have already told me they will give me zero help, I am not gonna ever gonna get a car from them, because since my dad never got a car from his dad (even though he lived India, never had to hold a job, and it was a time when most families in the area didnt have a car), they wont get me one either. They say I need to get a job and pay for my own car, but to get a job I need a car, and to get a car I need a job. Pretty great. Then I also have to worry about insurance, gas, maintenance. And I am gonna have to pay for the car in full, because they have already told me they will never co-sign for me. I am already taking the steps to getting a cheap sport bike though, since they are cheaper to buy, cheaper to insure and fill up. I could buy and maintain one without their help, but I know for fact they will be 100% against it, but they can go fuck themselves since they are not helping for shit. I am not sure whats gonna happen when I turn 18 though, I am pretty sure my dad is gonna kick me out of the house, not sure though. Wow, this was a long rant, and I still missed stuff. I can not wait to leave this shithole. The only thing motivating me to be successful anymore is to rub it in their faces that they were wrong about what a failure I would become in life. All the kids my age who are out partying late, smoking, drinking, fucking, and getting shit grades, but they still get their own cars and they dont have to pay for everything. Me on the other hand, I am gonna be a failure in life because I dont make my bed and do my laundry every single week. End rant.
Submitted May 11, 2015 at 06:54PM by agreathobo http://ift.tt/1ARn58q raisedbynarcissists
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