Parents..Making me lose..everything

[rushrock]

^ Are you serious?

[Rebdragon]

Hello everyone,

 

 

 

Well I don;t know about you guys but I have the strictest parents rite here. They don't let me do much,ifanything with my friends.

 

 

 

Lol. Apparently, you have never met my parents. Oh, let me list the ways:

 

 

 

1. Grounded for 3 months because I didn't have a job the day I turned 15.

 

 

 

[...]

 

 

 

9. Need I say more?

 

 

 

Now, you don't see me making a post about my parents and I would trade mine for yours any day.

 

Punch them, or give me your address and let me do it for you.

 

 

 

Even if only for #8, please.

[meol]

Although my parents are quite liberal, I have a friend that suffers from similar problems like you (the OP, not fgfuyfyuiuy0). He'll turn 18 soon, yet I'm sure his parents haven't ever allowed him to sleep over. So, what he does is invite us over to his house, you could try that. That way, your parents can always keep an eye on you if they really want to, and you still can have fun with your friends (at least more than being alone).

[NorthernHero]

Hello everyone,

 

 

 

Well I don;t know about you guys but I have the strictest parents rite here. They don't let me do much,ifanything with my friends.

 

 

 

Lol. Apparently, you have never met my parents. Oh, let me list the ways:

 

 

 

1. Grounded for 3 months because I didn't have a job the day I turned 15.

 

 

 

2. I write monthly contracts.

 

 

 

3. Play for 30 minutes a day/watch t.v. for 30 minutes a day, keep schedule, then I have to learn for 30 minutes about whatever I was doing. So, basically if I am watching a 2 hour movie, I'd have to watch it over a 4 day period.

 

 

 

4. Write 3 page reports on monthly books to read (I.E Atlas Shrug, 4 hour work week, Richest man in Babylon, How to win friends and influence other people, and more!

 

 

 

5. Keep a weekly log of grades, report to them about it, and list the reasons why it dropped/raised.

 

 

 

6. Work comes before friends, so if my work calls and I made plans, they get canceled.

 

 

 

7. Get 3-4 hours lectures a week on what I could do to change my life/better it! :thumbsup:

 

 

 

8. Watch The Secret monthly.

 

 

 

9. Need I say more?

 

 

 

Now, you don't see me making a post about my parents and I would trade mine for yours any day. You know they love you and want to make your life better, so that you become successful one day (Even though it may seem bad at the time). They care about you. The whole 'not seeing your friends' thing sounds a little over exaggerated. I think we may not be getting the whole story.

'

 

What? You can't be serious. What are they trying to do? Raise a donald trhump for themselves? :shock: Thats a twisted way to raise a child..

[IGoddessI]

Invite them over to your house, the more your parents trust the people you know, the more they won't care that you're out with them.

[sohkmj1]

You didn't state how old you are so I can't help you much :/ ever tried jumping out of the window, then slide down to the bottom and run for it?

[martinisback]

for all people who've asked i'm 15

[rushrock]

Is fgfuyfyuiuy0 serious?

[Nadril]

Yes, he is Rushrock.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

@ OP: Hire a Hitman

[rushrock]

I think this should be fgfuyfyuiuy0's thread then. Tell your parents to lay off. That's the best thing I think anyone can say to you about this.

[Errdoth]

fgfuyfyuiuy0, you're the one that had to pick weeds to pay for your truck, right?

[Scorchedrose]

Wow, after seeing what fgfuyfyuiuy0 goes through, my parents seem slack.

 

 

 

martinisback, the best advice I can give you is first try talking with your parents and ask them why they don't let you out. Then try to come to some sort of compromise. I can't guarantee this will work, since it doesn't work with my parents (and I'll be 22, in 2 days).

[Led-Zeppelin]

Bro, rebel, also this is your second topic about your super-duper over-protective parents and you haven't done anything about it yet? Honestly, if you haven't done anything about in half a year, why should we help you?

 

 

 

Think about it this way, if you tell your parents to naff off, and stay out passed 7, what is the worst they can do? Not let you go on the computer? Sweet, you'd rather be out socialising anyway. Ground you? Whats the worst they can do if you go out when you're grounded? Really, parents these days can't to [bleep] all to stop you from doing what you want.

 

 

 

Also, if anyone is going to flame me saying "OPh 3m geeh! their youre parentzs respcta them!!1", they sound like they're asking for it, respect is a two way street, just because they're you're parents doesn't enable instant respect. Grow a backbone and rebel mate, or sit down and have a serious talk with them that you're sick of it. Unless you're secretly 10, they have no reason to treat you that way.

[dangeresque]

Kill them with fire :thumbsup:

[flying_death_bombs55]

They invented bedroom windows for a reason.. :roll:

What if hes on like a 3+ story house, with no tree near him, and he doesn't have anything to climb down with? :roll:

 

 

 

Anyways, discuss it with your parents and find out WHY exactly they don't trust you(or other people) and try to reason with them.

[nine naked men]

They invented bedroom windows for a reason.. :roll:

What if hes on like a 3+ story house, with no tree near him, and he doesn't have anything to climb down with? :roll:

 

Hope he'll hit a soft patch of dirt? :lol:

 

 

 

Well, all you have to do is ask them why they're not letting you do what you say they aren't letting you do.

[fgfuyfyuiuy0]

fgfuyfyuiuy0, you're the one that had to pick weeds to pay for your truck, right?

 

 

 

Ehhh, mostly. It was only for like 1/7th for my truck. The rest I paid of in cash when I got it.

 

 

 

The weed thing was fun. About 4-5 acres of weeds, by hand. My muscles tripled since that Summer.

 

 

 

 

What? You can't be serious. What are they trying to do? Raise a donald trhump for themselves? :shock: Thats a twisted way to raise a child..

 

 

 

I am serious. My real life friend, Zeekyhbomb, could probably tell you more. This coming from a different perspective then mine.

 

 

 

It seems that some people kind of find this as shocking/wierd. I dislike my Dad for most of these things. My Dad, as a whole, comes off as a nice, friendly, cool guy, but the thing is you get a whole different perspective when living with him. Backround:

 

 

 

 

 

My Dad was one of many children growing up. The problem? My Grandma and Grandpa deserted him and my aunt. My grandma died, my grandpa is unfortunately still alive. I know that is a bad thing to say, but considering all that he is done to my Dad/my family, I feel it's right to blatently state it as it is. My Dad was raised by my Aunt, who was 16 when it all began and him only being 6 or 7.

 

 

 

Ever since I was a kid, my Dad pressured my sisters and I to work whenever there was work to be done. Basically, if we saw something needed to be done, we do it without being asked. I have spent about 6 months grounded from not paying attention.

 

 

 

My dad opened his own company in '99. A mortgage company. Ever since, my sisters and I have been working for his company (I.E. shredding paper, stapling papers, vaccuming, cleaning, etc.) for no pay. Only to learn working skills.

 

 

 

My Dad shipped me off to Arizona 2 weeks before my 15th birthday. The day of turning 15, I would have to have a job. The day rolled by and I didn't have a job. My Dad made me come back where I was grounded all summer and had to pull weeds in our canyon for 6 hours a day; 7 days a week while working at his office 5 days a week for 6 hours. I had to keep a sheet with my times and get it signed at the end of the day. If it wasn't signed by 12:00am the next day, the times would be discarded and I'd have to make that days work again.

 

 

 

The grounding lifted, but by November I was grounded until I found a job, which I did at a local grocery store a week later.

 

 

 

By December, my Dad wants me out of his house. He says I am introverted and I don't communicate with the family. This being my [bleep] of a Stepmom and my Dad's 3 minions. My sisters. I, being the type of person who studies someone and knows how they react, calm him down and convince for me to stay. I had to write up a contract stating I'd interact with the family and get over my introvertness.

 

 

 

I tend to get introverted when I draw/read. When I stop either, it'll last for about a day. My Dad doesn't really like me doing it. Plus, he doesn't like the stuff I draw (I.E. Zombies, scary things, etc.) Says it changes my aura and it gives negativity. I decided to make him mad by drawing a bunch, hanging 'em in my room and buying a bunch of posters of movies I like, like Dawn of the Dead (Original and New), The Condemned, 300, and I am going to be getting Hostel II soon.

 

 

 

Pictures

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My 16th birthday was coming up. Before I could get my permit, I had to listen to 19 hours of tapes called "How to win friends and influence other people" by Dale Karnegie and write a 3 page report on it. Now, for my license, I had to read the book and write a 3 page report on the book and then another one on responsibility.

 

 

 

I finished and then passed. I got my car (With my money) and I was free. .. Well, so I thought, lol. Basically, I began to become myself again and wipe the fake smile off my face. My dad pulled up one day and said my car was being repoed. <- I think that's how you spell it.

 

 

 

I saved my car :thumbsup: Don't ask me how, but I put my skills to the test and bull-sharted my way through the ordeal.

 

 

 

Basically, I wrote 3 contracts. One for the family, again. One for the car and on for my sisters. These stating that I will take them anywhere, on cue, and if I hesitate, my car is sold and my dad gets $500 per hour he spends trying to sell it. So, my sisters have been dragging me around and really... pissing me off. Mostly the second youngest. She asks if I will take her anywhere. I say no because I am busy doing something. She tells my dad. I fix the problem with him. He threatens me. I take her where she needs to go.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I feel bad writing about this and I don't want any sympathy. It just feels good to let it out. I mostly talk to my cousin, who is there most the time and tries to help me with this stuff, but I don't think of it as enough.

 

 

 

Thanks to anyone who read that all O_o

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

EDIT:

 

 

 

Found the ravine picture of the weeds I pulled. I had to step back, so it is longer then it seems. Basically, I pulled every weed, by hand, and bagged them for later to be inspected. I ended up pulling about 40-50+ black bags of weeds. Basically, about 1.5-2 acres down and about 3.5-4 acres across.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The red line farthest south is where I started. Farthest North is where I ended. The width that I pulled went off the camera, but it does about another acre (Both added together). The brown pole you can see, sort of bottom left, is about my height (Me being 5'9). So, you can compare that to the length of it all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Punch them, or give me your address and let me do it for you.

 

 

 

Even if only for #8, please.

 

 

 

I would be more than happy to give you my address :D When you show up, I'd help. Lol. My Dad is pretty strong. He works out every morning before work.

 

 

 

#8 kills me. It's a good movie to see once and learn about life once, but when you watch it every month for the last year, it makes you want to blow it up more than once.

[Zonorhc]

They invented bedroom windows for a reason.. :roll:

What if hes on like a 3+ story house, with no tree near him, and he doesn't have anything to climb down with? :roll:

 

 

 

Then he has to MAN IT UP.

[Varda]

[hide]

fgfuyfyuiuy0, you're the one that had to pick weeds to pay for your truck, right?

 

 

 

Ehhh, mostly. It was only for like 1/7th for my truck. The rest I paid of in cash when I got it.

 

 

 

The weed thing was fun. About 4-5 acres of weeds, by hand. My muscles tripled since that Summer.

 

 

 

 

What? You can't be serious. What are they trying to do? Raise a donald trhump for themselves? :shock: Thats a twisted way to raise a child..

 

 

 

I am serious. My real life friend, Zeekyhbomb, could probably tell you more. This coming from a different perspective then mine.

 

 

 

It seems that some people kind of find this as shocking/wierd. I dislike my Dad for most of these things. My Dad, as a whole, comes off as a nice, friendly, cool guy, but the thing is you get a whole different perspective when living with him. Backround:

 

 

 

 

 

My Dad was one of many children growing up. The problem? My Grandma and Grandpa deserted him and my aunt. My grandma died, my grandpa is unfortunately still alive. I know that is a bad thing to say, but considering all that he is done to my Dad/my family, I feel it's right to blatently state it as it is. My Dad was raised by my Aunt, who was 16 when it all began and him only being 6 or 7.

 

 

 

Ever since I was a kid, my Dad pressured my sisters and I to work whenever there was work to be done. Basically, if we saw something needed to be done, we do it without being asked. I have spent about 6 months grounded from not paying attention.

 

 

 

My dad opened his own company in '99. A mortgage company. Ever since, my sisters and I have been working for his company (I.E. shredding paper, stapling papers, vaccuming, cleaning, etc.) for no pay. Only to learn working skills.

 

 

 

My Dad shipped me off to Arizona 2 weeks before my 15th birthday. The day of turning 15, I would have to have a job. The day rolled by and I didn't have a job. My Dad made me come back where I was grounded all summer and had to pull weeds in our canyon for 6 hours a day; 7 days a week while working at his office 5 days a week for 6 hours. I had to keep a sheet with my times and get it signed at the end of the day. If it wasn't signed by 12:00am the next day, the times would be discarded and I'd have to make that days work again.

 

 

 

The grounding lifted, but by November I was grounded until I found a job, which I did at a local grocery store a week later.

 

 

 

By December, my Dad wants me out of his house. He says I am introverted and I don't communicate with the family. This being my [bleep] of a Stepmom and my Dad's 3 minions. My sisters. I, being the type of person who studies someone and knows how they react, calm him down and convince for me to stay. I had to write up a contract stating I'd interact with the family and get over my introvertness.

 

 

 

I tend to get introverted when I draw/read. When I stop either, it'll last for about a day. My Dad doesn't really like me doing it. Plus, he doesn't like the stuff I draw (I.E. Zombies, scary things, etc.) Says it changes my aura and it gives negativity. I decided to make him mad by drawing a bunch, hanging 'em in my room and buying a bunch of posters of movies I like, like Dawn of the Dead (Original and New), The Condemned, 300, and I am going to be getting Hostel II soon.

 

 

 

Pictures

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My 16th birthday was coming up. Before I could get my permit, I had to listen to 19 hours of tapes called "How to win friends and influence other people" by Dale Karnegie and write a 3 page report on it. Now, for my license, I had to read the book and write a 3 page report on the book and then another one on responsibility.

 

 

 

I finished and then passed. I got my car (With my money) and I was free. .. Well, so I thought, lol. Basically, I began to become myself again and wipe the fake smile off my face. My dad pulled up one day and said my car was being repoed. <- I think that's how you spell it.

 

 

 

I saved my car :thumbsup: Don't ask me how, but I put my skills to the test and bull-sharted my way through the ordeal.

 

 

 

Basically, I wrote 3 contracts. One for the family, again. One for the car and on for my sisters. These stating that I will take them anywhere, on cue, and if I hesitate, my car is sold and my dad gets $500 per hour he spends trying to sell it. So, my sisters have been dragging me around and really... pissing me off. Mostly the second youngest. She asks if I will take her anywhere. I say no because I am busy doing something. She tells my dad. I fix the problem with him. He threatens me. I take her where she needs to go.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I feel bad writing about this and I don't want any sympathy. It just feels good to let it out. I mostly talk to my cousin, who is there most the time and tries to help me with this stuff, but I don't think of it as enough.

 

 

 

Thanks to anyone who read that all O_o

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

EDIT:

 

 

 

Found the ravine picture of the weeds I pulled. I had to step back, so it is longer then it seems. Basically, I pulled every weed, by hand, and bagged them for later to be inspected. I ended up pulling about 40-50+ black bags of weeds. Basically, about 1.5-2 acres down and about 3.5-4 acres across.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The red line farthest south is where I started. Farthest North is where I ended. The width that I pulled went off the camera, but it does about another acre (Both added together). The brown pole you can see, sort of bottom left, is about my height (Me being 5'9). So, you can compare that to the length of it all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Punch them, or give me your address and let me do it for you.

 

 

 

Even if only for #8, please.

 

 

 

I would be more than happy to give you my address :D When you show up, I'd help. Lol. My Dad is pretty strong. He works out every morning before work.

 

 

 

#8 kills me. It's a good movie to see once and learn about life once, but when you watch it every month for the last year, it makes you want to blow it up more than once.

[/hide]

 

 

 

Go and get 18 or something. And move the hell out now. How can they treat you like that. :shock:

[rushrock]

[hide]

fgfuyfyuiuy0, you're the one that had to pick weeds to pay for your truck, right?

 

 

 

Ehhh, mostly. It was only for like 1/7th for my truck. The rest I paid of in cash when I got it.

 

 

 

The weed thing was fun. About 4-5 acres of weeds, by hand. My muscles tripled since that Summer.

 

 

 

 

What? You can't be serious. What are they trying to do? Raise a donald trhump for themselves? :shock: Thats a twisted way to raise a child..

 

 

 

I am serious. My real life friend, Zeekyhbomb, could probably tell you more. This coming from a different perspective then mine.

 

 

 

It seems that some people kind of find this as shocking/wierd. I dislike my Dad for most of these things. My Dad, as a whole, comes off as a nice, friendly, cool guy, but the thing is you get a whole different perspective when living with him. Backround:

 

 

 

 

 

My Dad was one of many children growing up. The problem? My Grandma and Grandpa deserted him and my aunt. My grandma died, my grandpa is unfortunately still alive. I know that is a bad thing to say, but considering all that he is done to my Dad/my family, I feel it's right to blatently state it as it is. My Dad was raised by my Aunt, who was 16 when it all began and him only being 6 or 7.

 

 

 

Ever since I was a kid, my Dad pressured my sisters and I to work whenever there was work to be done. Basically, if we saw something needed to be done, we do it without being asked. I have spent about 6 months grounded from not paying attention.

 

 

 

My dad opened his own company in '99. A mortgage company. Ever since, my sisters and I have been working for his company (I.E. shredding paper, stapling papers, vaccuming, cleaning, etc.) for no pay. Only to learn working skills.

 

 

 

My Dad shipped me off to Arizona 2 weeks before my 15th birthday. The day of turning 15, I would have to have a job. The day rolled by and I didn't have a job. My Dad made me come back where I was grounded all summer and had to pull weeds in our canyon for 6 hours a day; 7 days a week while working at his office 5 days a week for 6 hours. I had to keep a sheet with my times and get it signed at the end of the day. If it wasn't signed by 12:00am the next day, the times would be discarded and I'd have to make that days work again.

 

 

 

The grounding lifted, but by November I was grounded until I found a job, which I did at a local grocery store a week later.

 

 

 

By December, my Dad wants me out of his house. He says I am introverted and I don't communicate with the family. This being my [bleep] of a Stepmom and my Dad's 3 minions. My sisters. I, being the type of person who studies someone and knows how they react, calm him down and convince for me to stay. I had to write up a contract stating I'd interact with the family and get over my introvertness.

 

 

 

I tend to get introverted when I draw/read. When I stop either, it'll last for about a day. My Dad doesn't really like me doing it. Plus, he doesn't like the stuff I draw (I.E. Zombies, scary things, etc.) Says it changes my aura and it gives negativity. I decided to make him mad by drawing a bunch, hanging 'em in my room and buying a bunch of posters of movies I like, like Dawn of the Dead (Original and New), The Condemned, 300, and I am going to be getting Hostel II soon.

 

 

 

Pictures

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My 16th birthday was coming up. Before I could get my permit, I had to listen to 19 hours of tapes called "How to win friends and influence other people" by Dale Karnegie and write a 3 page report on it. Now, for my license, I had to read the book and write a 3 page report on the book and then another one on responsibility.

 

 

 

I finished and then passed. I got my car (With my money) and I was free. .. Well, so I thought, lol. Basically, I began to become myself again and wipe the fake smile off my face. My dad pulled up one day and said my car was being repoed. <- I think that's how you spell it.

 

 

 

I saved my car :thumbsup: Don't ask me how, but I put my skills to the test and bull-sharted my way through the ordeal.

 

 

 

Basically, I wrote 3 contracts. One for the family, again. One for the car and on for my sisters. These stating that I will take them anywhere, on cue, and if I hesitate, my car is sold and my dad gets $500 per hour he spends trying to sell it. So, my sisters have been dragging me around and really... pissing me off. Mostly the second youngest. She asks if I will take her anywhere. I say no because I am busy doing something. She tells my dad. I fix the problem with him. He threatens me. I take her where she needs to go.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I feel bad writing about this and I don't want any sympathy. It just feels good to let it out. I mostly talk to my cousin, who is there most the time and tries to help me with this stuff, but I don't think of it as enough.

 

 

 

Thanks to anyone who read that all O_o

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

EDIT:

 

 

 

Found the ravine picture of the weeds I pulled. I had to step back, so it is longer then it seems. Basically, I pulled every weed, by hand, and bagged them for later to be inspected. I ended up pulling about 40-50+ black bags of weeds. Basically, about 1.5-2 acres down and about 3.5-4 acres across.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The red line farthest south is where I started. Farthest North is where I ended. The width that I pulled went off the camera, but it does about another acre (Both added together). The brown pole you can see, sort of bottom left, is about my height (Me being 5'9). So, you can compare that to the length of it all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Punch them, or give me your address and let me do it for you.

 

 

 

Even if only for #8, please.

 

 

 

I would be more than happy to give you my address :D When you show up, I'd help. Lol. My Dad is pretty strong. He works out every morning before work.

 

 

 

#8 kills me. It's a good movie to see once and learn about life once, but when you watch it every month for the last year, it makes you want to blow it up more than once.

[/hide]

 

 

 

Go and get 18 or something. And move the hell out now. How can they treat you like that. :shock:

 

Yeah! :(

[IGoddessI]

I think this should be fgfuyfyuiuy0's thread then. Tell your parents to lay off. That's the best thing I think anyone can say to you about this.

 

 

 

You can't just tell parents to lay off (depending upon how liberal they are) or they'll get offended.

 

 

 

You have to think like a parent to get around this situation. You are raising kids trying to do the best you can, sometimes you will make mistakes other times you won't.

 

 

 

Some attitudes of parents are exactly "I'm the parent, you're the child" but after a child becomes a teenager they have to realize that they can't dictate to them anymore. Negotiating is much more effective.

 

 

 

Approach your parents and ask them what you can do to gain more freedom. They might say something like "We don't know who you're hanging around with, they could be a bad influence".

 

 

 

You could come back and say "well if I were to bring them over to our house so you could meet them and get to know them, would you then feel better about me going out with them?"

 

 

 

As you can see above, that is negotiating. Both parties achieve their desired result by collaborating (the most effective way to solve problems). Your mission is to find reasonable solutions to the other parties objectives.

 

 

 

Or they might say something like "We really don't feel like you're old enough."

 

 

 

You might say something like "What age do you think is appropriate to start going out" or "What activities do you find acceptable for someone my age?"

 

 

 

And both start to collaborate on some activates, ages and ideas.

 

 

 

You need to minimize as much defense from your parents as possible at the moment. You can't tell them what they need to do (because they're the parent, that's why!) and so forth.

 

 

 

Tell me how this goes, then I'll help you to over come any other blocks.

[Led-Zeppelin]

Far out man, how do you put up with that? I would of gone off the rails by 12, lol.

[martinisback]

fgfuyfyuiuy0, you're the one that had to pick weeds to pay for your truck, right?

 

 

 

Ehhh, mostly. It was only for like 1/7th for my truck. The rest I paid of in cash when I got it.

 

 

 

The weed thing was fun. About 4-5 acres of weeds, by hand. My muscles tripled since that Summer.

 

 

 

 

What? You can't be serious. What are they trying to do? Raise a donald trhump for themselves? :shock: Thats a twisted way to raise a child..

 

 

 

I am serious. My real life friend, Zeekyhbomb, could probably tell you more. This coming from a different perspective then mine.

 

 

 

It seems that some people kind of find this as shocking/wierd. I dislike my Dad for most of these things. My Dad, as a whole, comes off as a nice, friendly, cool guy, but the thing is you get a whole different perspective when living with him. Backround:

 

 

 

 

 

My Dad was one of many children growing up. The problem? My Grandma and Grandpa deserted him and my aunt. My grandma died, my grandpa is unfortunately still alive. I know that is a bad thing to say, but considering all that he is done to my Dad/my family, I feel it's right to blatently state it as it is. My Dad was raised by my Aunt, who was 16 when it all began and him only being 6 or 7.

 

 

 

Ever since I was a kid, my Dad pressured my sisters and I to work whenever there was work to be done. Basically, if we saw something needed to be done, we do it without being asked. I have spent about 6 months grounded from not paying attention.

 

 

 

My dad opened his own company in '99. A mortgage company. Ever since, my sisters and I have been working for his company (I.E. shredding paper, stapling papers, vaccuming, cleaning, etc.) for no pay. Only to learn working skills.

 

 

 

My Dad shipped me off to Arizona 2 weeks before my 15th birthday. The day of turning 15, I would have to have a job. The day rolled by and I didn't have a job. My Dad made me come back where I was grounded all summer and had to pull weeds in our canyon for 6 hours a day; 7 days a week while working at his office 5 days a week for 6 hours. I had to keep a sheet with my times and get it signed at the end of the day. If it wasn't signed by 12:00am the next day, the times would be discarded and I'd have to make that days work again.

 

 

 

The grounding lifted, but by November I was grounded until I found a job, which I did at a local grocery store a week later.

 

 

 

By December, my Dad wants me out of his house. He says I am introverted and I don't communicate with the family. This being my [bleep] of a Stepmom and my Dad's 3 minions. My sisters. I, being the type of person who studies someone and knows how they react, calm him down and convince for me to stay. I had to write up a contract stating I'd interact with the family and get over my introvertness.

 

 

 

I tend to get introverted when I draw/read. When I stop either, it'll last for about a day. My Dad doesn't really like me doing it. Plus, he doesn't like the stuff I draw (I.E. Zombies, scary things, etc.) Says it changes my aura and it gives negativity. I decided to make him mad by drawing a bunch, hanging 'em in my room and buying a bunch of posters of movies I like, like Dawn of the Dead (Original and New), The Condemned, 300, and I am going to be getting Hostel II soon.

 

 

 

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My 16th birthday was coming up. Before I could get my permit, I had to listen to 19 hours of tapes called "How to win friends and influence other people" by Dale Karnegie and write a 3 page report on it. Now, for my license, I had to read the book and write a 3 page report on the book and then another one on responsibility.

 

 

 

I finished and then passed. I got my car (With my money) and I was free. .. Well, so I thought, lol. Basically, I began to become myself again and wipe the fake smile off my face. My dad pulled up one day and said my car was being repoed. <- I think that's how you spell it.

 

 

 

I saved my car :thumbsup: Don't ask me how, but I put my skills to the test and bull-sharted my way through the ordeal.

 

 

 

Basically, I wrote 3 contracts. One for the family, again. One for the car and on for my sisters. These stating that I will take them anywhere, on cue, and if I hesitate, my car is sold and my dad gets $500 per hour he spends trying to sell it. So, my sisters have been dragging me around and really... pissing me off. Mostly the second youngest. She asks if I will take her anywhere. I say no because I am busy doing something. She tells my dad. I fix the problem with him. He threatens me. I take her where she needs to go.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I feel bad writing about this and I don't want any sympathy. It just feels good to let it out. I mostly talk to my cousin, who is there most the time and tries to help me with this stuff, but I don't think of it as enough.

 

 

 

Thanks to anyone who read that all O_o

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Found the ravine picture of the weeds I pulled. I had to step back, so it is longer then it seems. Basically, I pulled every weed, by hand, and bagged them for later to be inspected. I ended up pulling about 40-50+ black bags of weeds. Basically, about 1.5-2 acres down and about 3.5-4 acres across.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The red line farthest south is where I started. Farthest North is where I ended. The width that I pulled went off the camera, but it does about another acre (Both added together). The brown pole you can see, sort of bottom left, is about my height (Me being 5'9). So, you can compare that to the length of it all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Punch them, or give me your address and let me do it for you.

 

 

 

Even if only for #8, please.

 

 

 

I would be more than happy to give you my address :D When you show up, I'd help. Lol. My Dad is pretty strong. He works out every morning before work.

 

 

 

#8 kills me. It's a good movie to see once and learn about life once, but when you watch it every month for the last year, it makes you want to blow it up more than once.

 

 

 

I didn't bother reading that...sorry..but i didn't ask for a life story.

[nickeley102]

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fgfuyfyuiuy0, you're the one that had to pick weeds to pay for your truck, right?

 

 

 

Ehhh, mostly. It was only for like 1/7th for my truck. The rest I paid of in cash when I got it.

 

 

 

The weed thing was fun. About 4-5 acres of weeds, by hand. My muscles tripled since that Summer.

 

 

 

 

What? You can't be serious. What are they trying to do? Raise a donald trhump for themselves? :shock: Thats a twisted way to raise a child..

 

 

 

I am serious. My real life friend, Zeekyhbomb, could probably tell you more. This coming from a different perspective then mine.

 

 

 

It seems that some people kind of find this as shocking/wierd. I dislike my Dad for most of these things. My Dad, as a whole, comes off as a nice, friendly, cool guy, but the thing is you get a whole different perspective when living with him. Backround:

 

 

 

 

 

My Dad was one of many children growing up. The problem? My Grandma and Grandpa deserted him and my aunt. My grandma died, my grandpa is unfortunately still alive. I know that is a bad thing to say, but considering all that he is done to my Dad/my family, I feel it's right to blatently state it as it is. My Dad was raised by my Aunt, who was 16 when it all began and him only being 6 or 7.

 

 

 

Ever since I was a kid, my Dad pressured my sisters and I to work whenever there was work to be done. Basically, if we saw something needed to be done, we do it without being asked. I have spent about 6 months grounded from not paying attention.

 

 

 

My dad opened his own company in '99. A mortgage company. Ever since, my sisters and I have been working for his company (I.E. shredding paper, stapling papers, vaccuming, cleaning, etc.) for no pay. Only to learn working skills.

 

 

 

My Dad shipped me off to Arizona 2 weeks before my 15th birthday. The day of turning 15, I would have to have a job. The day rolled by and I didn't have a job. My Dad made me come back where I was grounded all summer and had to pull weeds in our canyon for 6 hours a day; 7 days a week while working at his office 5 days a week for 6 hours. I had to keep a sheet with my times and get it signed at the end of the day. If it wasn't signed by 12:00am the next day, the times would be discarded and I'd have to make that days work again.

 

 

 

The grounding lifted, but by November I was grounded until I found a job, which I did at a local grocery store a week later.

 

 

 

By December, my Dad wants me out of his house. He says I am introverted and I don't communicate with the family. This being my [bleep] of a Stepmom and my Dad's 3 minions. My sisters. I, being the type of person who studies someone and knows how they react, calm him down and convince for me to stay. I had to write up a contract stating I'd interact with the family and get over my introvertness.

 

 

 

I tend to get introverted when I draw/read. When I stop either, it'll last for about a day. My Dad doesn't really like me doing it. Plus, he doesn't like the stuff I draw (I.E. Zombies, scary things, etc.) Says it changes my aura and it gives negativity. I decided to make him mad by drawing a bunch, hanging 'em in my room and buying a bunch of posters of movies I like, like Dawn of the Dead (Original and New), The Condemned, 300, and I am going to be getting Hostel II soon.

 

 

 

Pictures

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My 16th birthday was coming up. Before I could get my permit, I had to listen to 19 hours of tapes called "How to win friends and influence other people" by Dale Karnegie and write a 3 page report on it. Now, for my license, I had to read the book and write a 3 page report on the book and then another one on responsibility.

 

 

 

I finished and then passed. I got my car (With my money) and I was free. .. Well, so I thought, lol. Basically, I began to become myself again and wipe the fake smile off my face. My dad pulled up one day and said my car was being repoed. <- I think that's how you spell it.

 

 

 

I saved my car :thumbsup: Don't ask me how, but I put my skills to the test and bull-sharted my way through the ordeal.

 

 

 

Basically, I wrote 3 contracts. One for the family, again. One for the car and on for my sisters. These stating that I will take them anywhere, on cue, and if I hesitate, my car is sold and my dad gets $500 per hour he spends trying to sell it. So, my sisters have been dragging me around and really... pissing me off. Mostly the second youngest. She asks if I will take her anywhere. I say no because I am busy doing something. She tells my dad. I fix the problem with him. He threatens me. I take her where she needs to go.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I feel bad writing about this and I don't want any sympathy. It just feels good to let it out. I mostly talk to my cousin, who is there most the time and tries to help me with this stuff, but I don't think of it as enough.

 

 

 

Thanks to anyone who read that all O_o

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

EDIT:

 

 

 

Found the ravine picture of the weeds I pulled. I had to step back, so it is longer then it seems. Basically, I pulled every weed, by hand, and bagged them for later to be inspected. I ended up pulling about 40-50+ black bags of weeds. Basically, about 1.5-2 acres down and about 3.5-4 acres across.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The red line farthest south is where I started. Farthest North is where I ended. The width that I pulled went off the camera, but it does about another acre (Both added together). The brown pole you can see, sort of bottom left, is about my height (Me being 5'9). So, you can compare that to the length of it all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Punch them, or give me your address and let me do it for you.

 

 

 

Even if only for #8, please.

 

 

 

I would be more than happy to give you my address :D When you show up, I'd help. Lol. My Dad is pretty strong. He works out every morning before work.

 

 

 

#8 kills me. It's a good movie to see once and learn about life once, but when you watch it every month for the last year, it makes you want to blow it up more than once.

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I was a little bit suspicious of your story so i used a programme to search the origin of those pictures you 'drew' and they were from some other forum.

 

 

 

No one is that strict, didnt it strike anyone else how ridiculous that story sounded, im sorry i wasnt that gullible.

 

 

 

You obviously just google image searched for disturbing teen drawings or something. nice try though...

[kelem_ryu]

It just feels good to let it out.

 

 

 

I can believe that.

 

 

 

Thanks to anyone who read that all O_o

 

 

 

Anytime.

 

 

 

 

 

I like the last picture you posted best btw.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your mission is to find reasonable solutions to the other parties objectives.

 

 

 

What a load of crap.

 

 

 

 

 

(Sorry IGoddessI)