I prayed in church for the verbal abuse to stop. My dad tells me he wants me to make him a tuna sandwich. I tell him there is no tuna. He yells back at me to look until I find it. I move cans around to find the tuna. Again I tell dad there is no tuna. He gets up off the couch and goes to the shelf and pounds the can on the counter. He makes the remark yelling in a loud tone of voice that he told me to look! Dad told people I peed on myself in class at fifteen years old and I belonged in opportunity school for ditching when I had doctors visits and therapy every week. I never ditched. Dad is not always nice. In college I hung out with my dad and he made me buy him things, food and movies.
