• 7 days ago

my dad always told me what to do. Play these sports. Go to this summer camp. Made me always take the bus to his house (since he was usually drunk). He was lonely and pathetic and felt violated if I didn’t want to visit him. Comtrol freak on steroids. so I never learned how to make life choices and learn the consequences that come of my own actions. He hated himself and expected me to make up for it. Words cannot describe how disturbed he was. Sick fucking immigrant ways from the old country. Wish he was alive so I could verbally reduce him to the sobbing wreck he deserves to be.

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