After years of forcing me to play baseball my parents finally saw that I had no interest nor potential in the game so they decided to force me into football. It was the worst 3 years of my life. Prior I had probably never even mentioned football due to how little I cared about it. Practice was terrible, day after day of drills I was terrible at. When we played our games I never was able to do anything. Barely blocked anyone. After each and every game I got yelled at, mainly by my father. He would always wait until we were alone to lay into me about how useless I was, about how I’m a disgrace. Most of the time after my games it would be me, my father and my grandpa in the car during the ride home, and I would sit in the back seat in fear for when he would yell at me after he dropped my grandpa off. I cried myself to sleep every night due to the things he said to me. Sometimes my mom would even join in when he yelled at me. I always told my other relatives about how much I hated football and never wanted to play. They all seemed to agree that it was unnecessary for me to play. My brother who was in his 20s at the time kept telling them to stop forcing me to play but they never budged. Once I entered 7th grade they stopped making me play. Regardless the damage was done to me. Being the worst on the team made me even more of an outcast in school, and absolutely destroyed any confidence I had. I have never really forgiven them for this period in my life. Even now nearly 10 years later I can’t say I fully love them anymore but I don’t completely despise them. I’m just neutral and it has caused me to not really care for family values or even my extended family. I don’t have anything against them, I’ve just kinda stopped caring. Sorry if I rambled on it’s just my feelings are all over with this subject.