whenever i tell people i hate my dad they either call me selfish or think it's just cause he told me to wash the dishes or something. no. that man is geniuinely evil. when i tell you i started having suicidal thoughts at ten years old i fucking mean it. he was a total asshole to me from the moment i started learning how to write, actually. always made me feel terrible about myself in one way or another. i can't bring myself to do basically anything in front of him. i wouldn't dare cry in front of this man. i wouldn't dare laugh in front of this man. i wouldn't dare try and have fun with my siblings in front of this man. he doesn't hit anybody but he doesn't let anybody have freedom either. we all gotta do things his way or we all suffer. i could say a lot more but unfortunately this shit has a limit. he's a dickhead is what i'm trying to say. I can't take this any fucking longer. i hate him so bad, and i hope he realises all the shit he's done when i go no contact with this monster.