Random Stories

Father

T.W. Small amount of racism, bullying, sorta abandonment for periods of time. Please read at own risk!

My dad hated me. It was obvious. I started shouting at him, yelling at him, swearing at him. I'm glad I walked out of the room when I had the chance, if I hadn't I think I would've probably been at least slapped. To him coming and sitting down in my nest which is own area that I don't want anyone to go in without permission and talking about his hair as a kid is supposed to make my whole shitty life better. Then blaming every little thing that's been happening to me on my teenage years, my hormones changing and that I'm just going through a 'phase' . If only he understood me. Took the time and effort to have one on one time together going on bush walks, camping, and even just going to movies. But no, instead leave your child at home with their other child who's 4 years older. Don't be home for half of the school week. Then all of a sudden say he wants to know what I'm doing. That apparently I'm locking myself up in my room and he doesn't know what's going on. Yeah, no shit Sherlock. Open your eyes, look around you, if you were home for once you'd realise one thing or another. He didn't have to go through the hard ship of having to be teased about your skin each day at school. Be locked in your own locker for long periods of time. Be pushed over. To be called ludicrous names each day. To be punched in the face. No, instead he had the best life. Growing up rich, your parents there for you each day. To be the most popular kid in school when he was younger. To not have to give a shit about anything. Nope, nada, zilch. Guess it wasn't something through our genes.