Why do I still cry late at night remembering what my father said two weeks ago, when he hit me? I kicked the table when he kept saying disgusting things, saying how we'd dress like prostitutes when hes gone and leave our religion, I then left the room just for him to scream at me to get back, then I told him he doesn't care about anyone but himself and he kept spitting on me, while I tried to smile at him out of pure anger and hopelessness, he then kept insulting and yelling with me talking back, until he hit me, and my mother then overreacted, threw a pillow at him and screamed at him, and then he started talking and like praying that my scoliosis would get worse and that I should have a broken back the same exact way our second cat had when she fell from the roof. I haven't been the same ever since then and my fraying motivation was absolutely destroyed after that. I don't have the strength for school or my health anymore.