Ever since I was very young, I always had a very bad attitude. I was always angry, I fought with my sisters, I stole, started drinking at 12, I was the family rebel. I tried my best to be home as little as possible. I loved my mom and I hated feeling that I couldn’t spend time with her at home. There was a evil spirit that lived in our home, my “father”. I put that in quotations because I’ve never actually looked at him as my father. Yeah I had to smile and bull shit on Father’s Day, but I hated him. I remember hating him from a very young age. It was because of him that I grew up to fast, and that I didn’t get to have a happy home growing up. Now don’t get me wrong I’m 27 now and lord knows I still have a bad attitude, but when you grow up with so much hate in your heart it’s hard to get rid of it all…
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Baby sister it breaks my heart that I had no idea about what you were going through as a kid. I hate him even more as I reply to your post. So many children grow up in unhappy homes, you would think you are protected by a parent but they betray you in an explainable way. I honestly believed I was the only one, I thought by not saying anything to stop him that I was protecting my younger sisters. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you and I’m sorry it’s been over 10 years since we last really spoke about it. Thank you for participating in this blog. I want to be there for you in anyway that I can. Continue to be strong, I love you so much.