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Im being pushed to the breaking point when it comes to my parents. All they do is just pick on me and hurt me to no end, both physicly and mentaly. Whatever i do, its never good enough. If i make a single tiny mistake, they blow it out of preportions. Ive done nothing wrong to deserve this. I dont do drugs, i dont sleep around, i dont smoke, i dont drink, i dont to ******** anything that they would consiter to be bad. But yet all they do is torment me and treat me as if i DID do all of the above and then some! Once i came home when i was a freshmen. I had been picked on for the entire day and i needed a hug. When i go home, instead of a loving home where my mother was waiting with open on to talk about and help me forget about my problems, i hugged her and this was the reaction i got: "What the ******** do you want!?". i let go and told my mom i was depressed and slightly sucidial. A normal parent would try to stop that or sit me down and try to work out my feelings but what she did next ill never forget nor forgive. She took the most nasty looking knife we had and slamed it in front of me and told me to: I quote: "DO IT! ******** DO IT! IT WILL BE ONE LESS ******** MOUTH TO FEED IN THIS GOD DAMN HOUSE!!!!" i paniced and ran to my room and on the way there she constantly his my back and my neck. I called the cops, they came and took my moms side. That was my mom. My dads worse. A few months back i broke 3 toes beacuse of him. He rapped on my window like a mad man, i thought he was dying so i rushed out to see what was wrong. In the prossess i slammed my foot into a hammer he discarded, breaking my every toe except the large on and the one next to it. Now, i limped around for 3 days until my parents finally gave in to my pleas to get my foot X-rayed. I did and was outfitted with a boot ((its like a more open sandal)) Now, when i fist started working, i needed to stand on my bad foot for 8 hours so i used my fathers socks which where much more padded and much more comfy then my normal ratty old socks. One day, he saw me wearing them and freaked out. Sock, i got yelled and beaten over ******** socks. When my mom left for school, my father beat me for about 3 minutes before letting me do my job, taking out the trash. When i did, i bike rode at 10pm at night to my grandmothers home who is about 4 miles away with asore foot. Nobody was home so i sat outside in the cold for about an hour before my grandmother came home. I told her what happend and she phoned my mom. She told her what happend. My mom came, took me home and beat me with my father for running off. So, now, i really cant trust anyone in my family. And they do this s**t all the time. I cant move in with any of my friends, they wont take me, i cant call the cops beacuse they dont beleive me and they just continue to get worse and worse. Im close to the breaking point...I cant stand this home...Beacuse soon there may be a chance that i be able to ******** stand anymore.