.. It’s tough not having a mother… When I was 11 I went to live with my dad. Me and my younger sister felt like my mom was paying more attention to my older sister and her boyfriend. So we felt maybe we’ll just go live our dad, maybe he’ll be nice to us. He was at first nice but then after awhile I saw the same father I remember seeing when I was younger. When he would get mad he grinded his teeth give us the stare and knock you on your head several times… He had a way of making us fear him and was beating us with belts, hangers, sticks and this 2 by 4 stick… I wasn’t a good teenager by far but mainly for in trouble to get away from my dad… But when I was a teenager, I brought something I wasn’t suppose to, to school and gave it to a friend and that friend got caught and this friend ended up telling on me. Saying I gave it to her… When the principal called my dad to tell him what happened. My dad picked me up from school and drove home. When we got there, he took the 2 by 4 stick he had and told me to put out my hands and I did… He then started to hit my both hands til he got tired as he would say. Both my hands bruised up from him hitting them… After I got in trouble for it life at home wasn’t so great. It never had been but he started checking my backpack for any drugs. He said he wanted to make sure I wasn’t popping pills… Back then I didn’t know what that even meant but I was like wtf is popping pills, and how do you pop pills lol. Sometimes he treated me like his slave or something.. Were I came from its hot very hot so windows are open and flies are coming in, so what does my dad do?.. Since I was in trouble if something needed to get done he’d tell me to.. He calls me over to his room and says “there’s flies in here, kill em” so I’m chasing around these stupid flies like an idiot while he sat on the bed watching tv.. F**kin assh*le! That was my dad, miserable… “Some” say he’s “changed” but you can’t undo the damage it caused…
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