Don’t feel bad you are not alone!!! I have grown up with a family like that…My father was abusive, alchy, and would beat up my mom…When I was 5 or 6 I witnessed something I have never forgotten but when I brought it up with my parents as I was in tears asking my mother why she mistreated me, she told me I was crazy and must have dreamt it…I know it happened because I couldn’t sleep and still to this day that image of what my father did to my mother haunts me… But whatever…
I guess I hated myself that my mother didn’t trust me enough to tell me my father would beat her up…I think I was born out of one of those nights he would come home in a ravaging mood and probably raped her, because my mother and I have never gotten along…
When I move far away from my family everything is lovey dovey until I decided to speak to my parents about my “plans” wishes, or anything else that consists of life changing things, then OMG I am horrible stupid etc etc etc…
I keep getting this whole “OMG you are so fat” thing that’s driving me insane!!
It’s like “mother you have been fat since my baby brother was born and no one told you jack!!” But can’t dishonor parents and it’s wrong for me to even think like that may GOD forgive me but it’s the way I feel!! It’s like I have been working out, almost 2 months now, still haven’t lost any weight, am depressed about that and hate myself because before I was able to lose at least 14 lbs in a period of 2 months yet not even a lb has been lost!?

Very disappointing and I explain to them I am working on it!! :\
So anyhow, the point is that it’s been like this all my life…You are not that much older than me so believe me when I tell you I feel your pain!
I am never good enough, never will mount to anything, never have done anything, the embarrassment of the family, my siblings are ashamed of me, etc etc etc…I am the eldest…and all the pressure of the family was bestowed upon me…I raised my siblings, since I was 10…oh well, I loved it, enjoyed it until I was forced to work as well!! Ok so we all have to help our parents? Right? Fine, but since I was 11? Working before and after school, weekends and vacations, and still taking care of 3 additional kids? It became a huge burden when I became a teen, and when I turned 16 and 17 I rebelled, I didn’t care I was out doing whatever I felt like it! I ran away, got married against their will, and had children against their will to which they add is the biggest mistakes of my life…"Look now you cant afford your kids, you have to leave them to work, you are divorced, etc etc etc…
I have a lot of doubts about myself, but I am the first graduated in my family, maybe not bachelor’s work in progress, too expensive can’t afford it all ready in debt up to my eyeballs thanks to that you know? I need one year and hope to GOD soon I will be able to finish!!
The point is, I have always had my own place, lived on my own, yes I do ask my parents for help occassionally…sometimes more than others and sometimes not at all!! My father and I have always been close…My mother’s favorites were my other siblings!! I have always been the black sheep and heavily outnumbered but even though I have never stopped being kind to them and loving as much as possible!
One of my youngest brothers, the baby of the family used to call me his mother, because I was there 24/7…so the title suited me…
Well he told me he was embarrassed I was even his sister!!

But I say to him one day he will need me and GOD bless him…
Not only that but I raised my sister’s children along with my mother for almost 6 years my nephew and 4 years my niece…Still to this day my favorite park became their favorite and will tell my sister every day after school as it was our tradition, “can we go to our aunties park?” She told me this herself how much they miss me…and in this way she makes me realize how much I influenced someone’s life and that makes me feel good…My sister and I are now talking kind of sort of, I haven’t heard from my other 2 brother’s for many years now and it’s fine I send them gifts for XMAs and bdays when I am able to afford it, and all my love as well, whether they return it or not…I don’t care…I have helped my family as much as they have helped me so I don’t feel I owe them anything…
I love my mother and father no matter what and my siblings even though it hurts me that we have never really been a great familiy together, apart yes…and when I speak of moving back they start with the negatives towards me and it’s like OK forget it then! Sometimes I even want to tell them to just tell me to disappear and I will leave them alone but I am like whatever…
I am tired of fighting and arguing I please them when they call me and I call them to please them other than that that’s it…
I am not sacrificing my sanity for their enjoyment nor my last bit of health that I have…I have my own family to take care of and they are draining me as it is so why make it worst? I also have to deal with future inlaws that treat me even worst…so…yeah…
Just keep praying, your head high and bless them as much as possible. Ask God for the strength to keeping in touch with your family and beg for their forgiveness…God bless…