My DAd DosEnT LovE
I hate my dad so much. So so much. He shall die a such painfull death. These were my thoughts when I was 3.
My dad told me everyday I was a mistake. I should have died when I was a baby. My mom told me I shouldent listen to him. That I was the best thing to happen to her. I dident believe her.
She cried every night. She should have had a happy family not a disorded kid and an unloving husband. My brother was almost never there he tried to hide in his room every moment of the day.
I was always thinking why is she still with him. That night my mom calld the police on him for trying to hurt her with a fork. A fork !!! So that month he devorced her and she him.
I think that was the happiest day of my life till my dad tried to get me. I dident understand he hated me. So my parents decided to share custody.
One month with mom than one with dad. I hated dad so much always when I was there I came up with the worst words I could come up with.
But sadley all I knew was hate,mean and stuff. But my dad had a better vocabulary. He told me I was a bitchkid and I should go in the corner and die. (sometimes i actually wanted to).
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