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Originally Posted by Petra5ed
My parents made fun of me too. I don't know the answer, but I know it hurt me and still affects how I see myself and maybe always will. My mother actually showed contempt for me. Her nickname for me was "fatty" and she would go on long rants about how it made sense I had no friends and no one liked me, because I was "fatty" the stupid lazy cow that was good for nothing. I don't know if ill ever shake that perception of myself.
Both of my parents are crazy and really the only consolation I know of is they both can criticize almost anyone. I remember them mocking all the neighbors all my friends parents, everyone was a scum bag or a loser to them in some way. I just try to focus on the few memories I have of people who thought I was worth something. I live my life and do all that I do for that handful of people who told me I wasn't a big fat loser, that I was valuable and that they loved me. I owe my life to them.
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Your story reminds me of my uncle who would refer to my cousin, his second son,
as 'the trash can' because he was a chubby little kid who liked to eat

My aunt's marriage reminds me a lot of my own. Neither my uncle or my H are malicious people, but they are emotionally abusive all the same, and almost everyone else is a scumbag or a loser to them too. It's a very sad, lonely way to live and they're both miserable and make the people around them miserable