To: I wish my dad would have a heart attack and die.
I was probably 6 or 7 when my dad had a massive heart attack at work. Someone found him in time and called an ambulance. We all slept well that night knowing he wouldn’t be able to hurt us. My young brain really thought he was going to die and I was so relieved. Then my mom sat us kids down on the couch a few weeks later and told us he was coming home. My brother ran to his room screaming, I burst into tears and my sister stormed out of the house.
Despite being such a f****** monster he survive a quadruple bypass caused by his own temper, drugs and drinking. We escaped some 7 years later when a teacher noticed I was fucked up after a beating and got suspicious.
My heart really goes out to you. Slip some laxatives into his food to keep him on the toilet all day. He’ll be dehydrated and crampy and won’t have the energy to terrorize you efficiently.
