Now before I start with this, please know there's gonna be a LOT of mentions of child abuse and this might be very triggering, if you feel you might be trigged, please skip this
Ok let's start this
Ok so for those that know, Im going to be leaving my dad's house on my birthday and move in with my grandpa instead. I'm a little nervous, but not nearly as much as i thought I'd be, so i thought id finally vent out things that went in my childhood for the most part
Now again if you think you might get trigged please leave QwQSo the earliest thing I can remember was when my dad and grandpa were pretty cool with eachother, I lived with them most of my childhood, for the most part they were cool with eachother but one day they argued about something dumb my dad did and that's when it all went down hill
The earliest abuse I can remember when I was around 6, my dad and grandpa was arguing and i got scared and tried stop it, but then my dad shoved me on the floor, so hard the wind was knocked out of me, my grandpa was worried but my dad couldn't care less
My grandpa prefers to say to himself tbh. My dad would have girlfriends and of course I'd meet them, it was pretty much a ongoing cycle in my childhood. Things got really bad where my grandpa and dad would argue and my dad would swing first which would lead to a fight, I was terrified and didn't know what else to do, so I'd call the cops because that's all I knew to do that could stop this, unfortunately from my dad never gotten jail time for anything he's done during my childhood
I called the cops around 8 times during my childhood and it stopped at 13. My dad is a narcissist
My dad has displayed theses multiple times and apparently has been called that before but doesn't understand why, I found this word randomly when I was younger and looked it up and found out what it was, I realized it sounded way to familiar to what he does and showed my grandpa and. I was right
For instance, when my first dog died, i was absolutely devastated because I grew up with her and she was my closest friend, the same day she was gone and buried, my dad is in my room, sitting on my bed PLAYING SONIC ON HIS PHONE
Like wtf???? Your daughter is grieving badly and you can't do the decent thing and comfort her at least??? But now looking back at it , he never really likes animals anyways
To the point where our dog nilla barely interacts with him, even she doesn't mess with him and that's SAD
When I was younger I used to be able to at least stand up for myself a little more, but that slowly dwindled away as I got older
At around 8 there was a pretty big fight, of course I called the cops and I forgot a lot what happened but I had to leave with my dad and he had to live his girlfriend and son for a while, my grandpa helped me learn,so without him i went from a A to C but i guess my dad saw nothing wrong with that
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