My childhood
I grew up in a very rough household. My father was married to a women before my mother came along, and he had a son in that marriage - my brother, who is also 12 years older than me. Well, they broke up, obviously, cause I'm here. Then he met my mother a couple years later, they got married, and had me. I forgot to mention... he's an alcoholic, and he's only gotten worse. When I was born, my brother moved in with us to watch me grow up, but because my dad was in such bad state, he moved back in with his mom by the time I was 6, only coming to visit once or twice a year (they lived in BC).
Everyday was a new adventure in my house. Would my dad be a happy drunk? An aggressive one? One that doesn't even bother to come home? My mother and I moved out 3 times in my life; once when I was 3 turning 4, once when I was 7ish, and then the last time, when I was 12. The first two times only lasted a matter of months, and then we would go back. The third time, we left, and we stayed out for about 10 months until my brother came to visit and brought us all back together. We almost moved back in that time, until my father snapped on us again. I haven't seen him since.
It's really not fair either, he blames my mom for everything but the reason we left was because I told my mom that if she didn't leave, I'd find my own way out. He still sticks to the story that my mother brainwashed me into hating him, but I'm pretty sure that if you called anyone a c**t, they'd hate you. Plus, I'm an adult now, pretty sure the brainwashing would have worn off by now...
There's his family too, and a big family at that, they all think I'm a piece of shit, so I started to live by the saying "If they're going to talk about me, mine as well give them something to talk about". They all go behind my back, they'll tell my father whatever I do (via social media) so I have now deleted them all from my life, every single one. Its been 5 years now, since I have last talked to him, minus the odd texts he sends me to try and get me to talk to him.
It was really heard to grow up with a terrible example for a father, and then completely shut him out over night.
But I did it.
And I survived this long without him.
Everyday was a new adventure in my house. Would my dad be a happy drunk? An aggressive one? One that doesn't even bother to come home? My mother and I moved out 3 times in my life; once when I was 3 turning 4, once when I was 7ish, and then the last time, when I was 12. The first two times only lasted a matter of months, and then we would go back. The third time, we left, and we stayed out for about 10 months until my brother came to visit and brought us all back together. We almost moved back in that time, until my father snapped on us again. I haven't seen him since.
It's really not fair either, he blames my mom for everything but the reason we left was because I told my mom that if she didn't leave, I'd find my own way out. He still sticks to the story that my mother brainwashed me into hating him, but I'm pretty sure that if you called anyone a c**t, they'd hate you. Plus, I'm an adult now, pretty sure the brainwashing would have worn off by now...
There's his family too, and a big family at that, they all think I'm a piece of shit, so I started to live by the saying "If they're going to talk about me, mine as well give them something to talk about". They all go behind my back, they'll tell my father whatever I do (via social media) so I have now deleted them all from my life, every single one. Its been 5 years now, since I have last talked to him, minus the odd texts he sends me to try and get me to talk to him.
It was really heard to grow up with a terrible example for a father, and then completely shut him out over night.
But I did it.
And I survived this long without him.
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