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Now, I know that most of you probably wouldn't be concerned with this, but it's something I have to vent, before I break.

Many of you can probably remember the sitcoms of the 90's. Saved by the bell, Family Matters, Full House, shows like that. Everyone in the family was happy, and even though they had their hard times, everything turned out in the end right? Everyone wanted a family like that. Too bad, it never happened for my family.

My father is not a nice person, that I've learned to accept. He was great for about a year, and then something happened. For 15 years, (I'm 16 now) I've given my father chances, to come back into my life. 15 long years, I watched my father leave at 6am, and come back home around 4am, from either work, or going out with his friends.

When he was home, life was, to say the least, hell. I was always the scapegoat when something went wrong. When a dish broke, or something was left on the floor, someone idn't do a chore, or I had been late coming home, I would get pulled up to my parents room for about two hours, to suffer the harsh blows of words my father had created in his mind for me.

My mother? Ha! That's a laugh. From the time I was about eight, when my sister was born, it was as if I became a slave to my family. I learned to cook, clean, iron, press, and babysit, all before I reached puberty. My little sister, Leah, has started to call me "Mommy." Leah, is six, turning seven on Halloween. She is a vision in pink, and I'm very proud of her for not complying to my lifestyle of being a hard "goth" I suppose you could say, although I hate labels. My mother works from around 8 am, to 5:30 PM, but then goes to do her homework, and then joins my father at whatever club he's at. I have two other siblings, both boys. One, who is 13, tries his best to help me out around the house, and I appreciate that.

My best friend of 3 years, I am now being informed of, is a scumbag, who only wants to get into my pants. He may be a bit of a "hippie" [[That's my nickname for him...No one else can call him that]] but he's the best friend I've ever had, and I'm no longer allowed to see him.

I don't know what I'm even writing this for, but I suppose it's just because I need help. I'm lost at the point, and I suppose some new views of the situation will be helpful.

Sometimes its good to vent. I actually made a xanga site or something to vent for myself. At least you did decide to vent and not be me and just basically have a really bad nervous breakdown or a breakdown of some sort.

It is alright to vent, there is nothing wrong with that. It helps to get things off your chest.

Try talking to your parents about this, make them see that you are also their daughter and not their slave. Tell them that it isn't fair to you or to your two brothers and sisters what they are doing. However, I wouldn't go so far as to call them bad parents because that might send them over the edge. What they are doing to you isn't right. What they are doing to your siblings isn't right.

You are not the adult, mother, or caregiver - which is the place that they have put you in. Instead of them acting like the adults, they have laid that "chore" on you and they act like the "rebel" children.

I would say that you should stop doing everything for them, but I also feel a sense of humility and honor on your part for taking care of your younger siblings. But your parents need to learn what they are doing.

If that fails, than maybe suggest to your parents about seeing a family pshycitrist. If you can't muster up the courage to talk to them face to face - which a lot of people can't do. Than try writing them a letter and explaining it to them.

That is a terrible thing to say qewlkid. They're still your parents. As much as I'm angry at them, there's no reason to say that. I mean, if it wasn't for them, you wouldn't be here. They're always going to be there for you, and making your mother cry is just wrong.

LingMing, I do break down a lot. My venting, such as this one, always comes after I break. Heh, this was actually one of my better ones. My breaks usually include destorying of my own property. My room has now become my sanctuary, with a new lock, and a few holes in walls by my own fists. But I suppose it's better than hurting someone else...And don't say anything about a pillow -lol- RIP as of yesterday.

I manage my time very well actually, Blank. Exactly like a mother does, I suppose. I'm up at around 10am in the summer, one indulgence on my part that my parents can't control. Then I make food, and just go around doing the things that need to be done, that my parents won't do themselves. If I do try to get out of the house, I fear that my family will fall apart. No one else in the house will take that responsibility, and I'm quite sure my parents won't ever change. They'll be 92 before realizing their joints hurt. -lol- In addition, my friend, Brandon, would never do that. He's almost engaged as of last week. To a very nice girl named Jodi. She's quite sweet actually, and we're getting to be very good friends. I've known Brandon my whole life almost, and my parents are only saying that because he stood up for me when my father was yelling. Dr. Phil's head would spin if he heard all this, I'm sure, but I'll keep it in mind, thank you.

No, you're right IfAngelsBurn. My parents aren't "bad" parents. Just a little immature. I do like your advice though. I'd say your comparison to hem being "rebel" kids is quite acurate. Thank you. However, I can't just stop everything I'm doing, that would be a mess, maybe only a little bit at a time.

Thanks everyone, you've helped so much.

Well thank you. ^^ I shall keep that in mind, too.