Partially my brain chemistry is to blame I'm sure, but anyway. My great grandpa was a WW2 vet (so I'm told, don't care much about this family) who was an abusive pos towards my great grandmother and grandpa. He left home, joined the army, married my grandma, and had my uncle and dad. My grandma never had a cruel thing to say about him, but the stories from my uncle and dad say otherwise. Screaming, yelling, smashing, punishments. And that's exactly what was dished out to my childhood. I made a suicide kit at 14 just to get away (box cutter in my jewelry chest I was too scared to use and a bottle of iodine that I would rub on my skin hoping it would poison me in my sleep -- I was a sheltered child, I just wanted anything to save me). He made me feel small, ugly, worthless, dumb, a burden, a waste of space. And if you ever stood up for yourself he would demand an apology like a child. I wasn't paying attention enough to a movie he made us watch when I was around 7 so he made me give him all the money in my piggy bank. It was only 5 dollars but it was mine...the tooth fairy gave me that. And he taped it to the bathroom mirror the next day.
And now presently he's forcing me to apologize to him over text, all because I asked him to stop yelling at me (I asked where he moved my mail and he took it as a personal attack).
I wish this were all a bad dream and I could wake up a different person. I don't want to be here anymore
And now presently he's forcing me to apologize to him over text, all because I asked him to stop yelling at me (I asked where he moved my mail and he took it as a personal attack).
I wish this were all a bad dream and I could wake up a different person. I don't want to be here anymore
