AFRICAN PARENTS : TOUGH LOVE TOXICITY?

Our parents and generally people from their generation love to paint us black, like we're the worst things that has happened to the earth since the great plagues. Fact is that they're the real villians and hide behind the mask of "we're doing it because we love you" (stop lying, you're just mad and you're taking the frustration out on me).

There's no other way to start this than just say African parents are drainingggg. If you have those igbalude parents that don't stress you. The door is four big steps away by the left. You won't relate to this. African parents do all sort of things that will mess with you mentally, from comparing,to mistrust, to abusive words to not caring about your feelings, to making you feel little cause they're feeding you (like bruh did I say I wasn't enjoying heaven?. Why bring me here and start mentioning that you feed me. I know. I didn't ask to come here either). I could go on and on. The truth is that they're all like that some are just worse than others.

Pause a second. Look at everything I just listed and tell me your parents don't exhibit at least two. They don't?. Use the door too. The one that messed with me most was comparing. It starts from when you're in primary school. From little things like "the people that carried first do they have 2 heads"? ,to "why did this person win more prices than you". Then it upgrades to "you mates are in 200 level you're still writing jamb" (lmaoo bruh. Why are you trying to intentionally hurt me?.Hm? Why?). It's goes on and on till marriage. There's always something to bug you with acting most you don't think at all.

Real story, my dad introduced only my eldest sibling to his family cause she got into school quickly and studied a course he likes. I just sit and watch him call his brother or something and say ahh Kemi is here talk to her (guyyy I'm heree tooo, home boy  just denied my entire existence in on swipe). I'm just someone that don't have ironu, if I did that's the kind of thing that keep you crying at night and ultimately
 edge. You take more of that substance to feel farther away from them as possible. Then you're ADDICTED. (stay with me). At this point you're a mess. You were in one trouble but now you're in a bigger one and you can't even tell anybody. Now you're trying to run away from what you were running to, but can't you just can't.

On and On we know how it goes. Some people get out others end up taking their own lives. At SUICIDE, they act all innocent like they didn't walk the person to cliff and drop kick him off the edge with their words and actions.

Finishing. Most of our parents are great. Breaking their backs and give us a better life than theirs. I don't hate my parents. No. I'm not preaching hate. But yeah let's all not act like they didn't damage us or push us to do crazy stuff and say it's because they love us. They treated us wrongly.

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