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The Making Of A Man To Be: The Story Of Man Facing Neglect

Updated: Feb 1

Our bond has been unbreakable, and these guys have consistently motivated me to strive for excellence while lifting my spirits whenever I feel down. It saddens me that we will each be heading off to different colleges in different regions of the country.


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It's been several days since I discovered that my parents harbor strong negative feelings towards me, and I'm still struggling to comprehend it fully. Let me give you some background to help make sense of it. I reside in the United States and recently completed high school, having been fortunate enough to secure admission into several renowned universities, some of which even granted me a full scholarship.



Considering our family's financial struggles, my acceptance and potential for becoming the first college attendee hold considerable significance. However, I am uncertain whether my parents truly grasp the significance of these prestigious acceptances. While I expected them to display pride, their reaction merely consisted of a congratulatory handshake when the application results were announced.


Throughout my time in school, I experienced bullying in both physical and verbal forms. I was constantly filled with shame and never had the courage to confide in my parents, who seemed to think that everything was fine because of my perfect grades. As a result of the relentless bullying, I was deemed unattractive and this made it impossible for me to go on dates with any girls. This mistreatment led to my isolation, even during the graduation party where no girl agreed to accompany me.


However, I was fortunate to have three loyal friends who stood by my side throughout it all. Mack, my neighbor with whom I grew up on the same street, Fallon, whom I met during middle school, and Bastille, who entered my life in high school. Our bond has been unbreakable, and these guys have consistently motivated me to strive for excellence while lifting my spirits whenever I feel down. It saddens me that we will each be heading off to different colleges in different regions of the country. I will undoubtedly miss them dearly. Anyway, let's get back to the story.

I've been working really hard this summer, trying to make as much money as I can saving up for college. One day I came home without my dad been aware and I heard him talking to his friends. They were talking about me and my dad called me a piece of ####. He said he thought I was gay since I never brought girls home and hung out with my friends a lot. He said I was always weird and he knew other guys bully me, but he didn't do anything so I could learn how to fight back and be a man. He said he was really disappointed that I believed the universities will in fact give me full scholarship, but at the end he said the good news was I was leaving home.


I was devastated by the situation. Throughout my life, it had always been evident that my father and I didn't share many common interests. He had always wanted me to participate in sports, but I never had any interest in them. However, what struck me even more was witnessing him speaking hatefully about me and spreading false information, such as claiming I am gay.


Before, my father had asked me about the amount of money I had saved for college. I didn't feel comfortable disclosing the exact figure, but his questioning took on a intimidating tone, so I ended up sharing it. He insinuated that I might have obtained the money illegally, to which I clarified that I had been saving since I was 14, and the total amount was actually quite modest.

In response, he summoned my mother into the room, and in front of me, he called me a "piece of ####," mimicking how he spoke about me to his friends. Shockingly, my mother sided with him, even suggesting that I must have stolen the money. I was confused and unable to comprehend anything that was being said. It was so overwhelming that I asked them to leave my room and started to cry.


Yesterday, I was looking after my cousin so that my aunt and mother could go out. Just before they left, I accidentally overheard their conversation in my aunt's room. My mother was expressing her belief that I was stealing, just like the way I had manipulated my way into college. She even claimed that I would end up in jail for stealing and deceiving colleges. On top of that, she mentioned that she had always felt embarrassed by me because I behaved differently from other boys and had some peculiarities.


However, my aunt came to my defense, pointing out how I had always been well-behaved and affectionate. She listed various examples of how I had helped my cousins with math, fixed their bicycles, and even ran errands for her. My aunt's rebuttal feel on deaf ears.



I concealed my tears by locking myself inside the bathroom, ensuring my cousin wouldn't witness my sadness. Presently, my aspiration is to expedite my entrance into college and sever ties with my parents permanently. I am perplexed as to why they view me with such contempt and desire to distance themselves from me. Is it because I desired a different trajectory in life? How can they treat me like the bullies at school? When I am subjected to my parents’ verbal abuse, it’s like I’m being bullied. I spent countless hours reflecting and coming to the realization that no matter what their reasons are, once I am gone, I will never go back to my family home.


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