When I was a bit younger and still living with my dad it was like HELL for me. I felt like a prisoner in my own home. Gosh, it wasn't even a home, it was a house --his house. And i've struggled living with him all that time. And now I wonder how the heck I put up with him.
He used to be so strict. He bought me a diary once (A mary-kate and Ashley diary). He actually FORCED me to write in it. He would ask me stuff like, ''Did you write in your diary today?" or "how long has it been since you've wrote in your diary"
It was like he was my master! I couldnt even close my room door. my sister and i shared a room at the time. he would say, "I want this door to always be open." and whenever im with my friends, he'd always watch me and tell me if i dont talk up, (as in not being so quiet and start being talkative)
it would be hell for me. And this made me HATE hanging with my friends b/c i was a more reserved person and it was like i couldnt be myself. Well, all this pain he caused to me all bubble up and i had a panick attack. (thats what i thought it was atleast). And thats how i told the police and ACS ppl i wanted to get away from him. So my mom and sister moved out and
to this day we are still living together :) (im glad im away from him. im more peaceful in my mind. but now im kind of going through a depression state.)
the problem is. he asks why im so distant and never call. and that something is wrong with me. he says he did nothing wrong. now you tell me, does that sound like a good father?
2006-11-17
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