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You and I are in the same place.. it all applies to me too, i know i say it's shit that he used to search my room and shit, but he is a great help and i don't know what i'd do without him:)
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Originally Posted by NowhereMan
You and I are in the same place.. it all applies to me too, i know i say it's shit that he used to search my room and shit, but he is a great help and i don't know what i'd do without him:)
I hate my biological father. He is a peice of shit. He abandoned me for the last 25 years, then I met him and for the last 7 he has proved that he a waste of good oxygen.
If he died tomorrow I wouldn't shed a single tear.
My "Dad" however is cool, he is a little weird but aren't we all. We smoke out sometimes and he helps me out whenever he can. He raised me since I was 3 years old and we have had our share of problems, but I am proud to call him Dad. He is much better at being a Grandpa then he was at being a dad, he didn't deal with me well when I was a teen, but hell I was a ruthless little bitch who hated the world and he did the best he could with what he had to work with.
the only person i hate is my brother. but that's a HUGE story of bullshit that no one is going to want to hear so all I'll say is that he's mentally insane and should die. what he has done to me, my mom, dad, and sister is unforgivable. i have been threw so much because of him.
i have a permanent scar on my eye because we got into a fight and he threw my head into the side of a counter. he almost blinded me, the edge of the counter was almost on my eye.( i was 10 when this happened and he was 16) not only will i have permanent scars that will never go away because of him, i have thoughts and memories in my head that will never go away. my brother has no conscience, he doesn't care about what he does to anyone, for God's sake, he took my grandmother ( my dad's mom) and started to choke her because he wanted to fight me and she wouldn't let him, plus this was right after my dad passed, like 2 days after we buried him he did this. also that night he threw my mom downs stairs and threw me on the bed because he was trying to pin me down sop he could beat me. i had bruises straight across my chest from the metal bars on the bed.
god i could tell you so many stories of him that would just make you want to kill this dude, and this is what i have to live with. i dont live with him but i will always see him and think of him. he has permanent scars on my mind and they wont go away until he dies. that will be the only day that i will be able to be at peace is the day he dies.
sad isn't it? family shouldn't do this to each other.
Well I love both my parents, sure we may have disagreements every now and then but I feel I could talk to them about anything at all and they'll always support me.
I play both rugby and cricket with my dad in the same team so its great to get to know each other better and have a drink with him in the bar afterwards.