Random thoughts from an deranged lunatic

The boat

This is a longer story, containing a lot of stuff that a lot of people might be unfortunate with.
If you don't want to hear about a shit ton of family drama, and a boat I should have never been put on, don't read this. Btw, this isn't supposed to be written well. I just typed out all my thoughts and posted it, so I'm sorry for all the mistakes.

Background info:
My dad won the lottery a while ago. Don't assume I'm rich though, because he blew all the money on drugs and alcohol instead of investing it, paying back his debt or idk.. MAYBE PAYING CHILD SUPPORT SO MY FAMILY CAN PUT FOOD ON THE TABLE??
Anyway, he used the rest of the money to buy my sister, mum and I a trip to Disney world (which was kinda torture because he wouldn't stop drinking and fighting with my mum) and he also three boats. One was a speedboat and then he bought two yachts, one of which he sold for more money. (I think)

Because he now owned a yacht, he asked my mum if he could take my sister and I on it for a week. We had never been with him that long, and my mum was scared to send us, but she needed to allow us to go with him if she didn't want the court to force us to go instead.
So, my sister and I packed, my mum drove us to the boathouses, and she dropped us off with our dad.

Here are some things I remember from the week we were on there:
-Gasoline was everywhere, especially on the back of the boat. It went up to my heels, and I remember hating the smell of it but still choosing to jump in it like it was a puddle because I was literally 7 years old. What kid wouldn't play in the boat gasoline?
I later found out that the entire boat could have blown up if so much as a spark touched all the gasoline, so I'm so thankful to be alive.
-Being hit with a belt. My sister and I were fighting, and I think I swore or smth. So he took me to my bedroom (which was just a small bed that all three of us slept in since there wasn't enough room to sleep alone), took my pants off and hit me with his belt a few times. He may have just used his hands to hit me, but it hurt a lot more than hands usually do, so idk. (This sounds so bad now that I'm writing it out, holy fuck.)
-My sister falling through the roof. Her and I used to play on the roof whenever my dad wasn't driving the thing. One time, while I was in the washroom, he forgot to close the ceiling door fully, and my sister assumed it was closed. She walked over it and immediately fell through, hitting her head on the door thing and falling 6-8 feet, only to land right on her back. I screamed for my dad, but he didn't hear me, as I was in the washroom on the other side of the boat. Since I was unable to get the bathroom door unlocked, I couldn't help her and I heard her screaming in pain for a while. Eventually, my dad decided to check on us and ended up helping her. My sister's legs, back, arms and her forehead were covered in bruises for the next few weeks. When I say covered, I mean actually COVERED. Like.. it looked like someone spilt purple paint all over her.
-the food being inedible. I don't mean the food being bad, I mean literally inedible. The pots he used to cook things were covered in rust, and it came off in our food. So my sister and I literally had to eat straight rust for a week.
-almost falling off the boat. I was playing on the roof of the yacht, and my dad didn't tell me that he started the boat. So when he moved it, my dumbass almost fell through the railing.
-the boat floating away. My dad got off the boat and onto the wooden dock thing to go grab something, but he forgot to tie the boat down so it didn't float away. So my ass had to scream for him to come back as my sleeping sister and I slowly floated away. He was able to get us before we floated away more than 10 feet though.

AND FINALLY, THE WORST ONE OF THEM ALL:
the boat floating away for a second time. I don't remember this event very well. Hell, I just remembered it this summer while making a video based on PEI's pet lobster being eaten, lmao. But I'll try to write it out as best I can.
I think my dad saw some of his friends on the beach, so he brought the boat to the dock and got off to go talk to them. Once again, he forgot to tie it down. It took a while for me to notice the land slowly getting smaller, but once I did, I panicked. I started screaming for hope, but since he was all the way on the beach, he didn't hear me. I remember floating away so far that I was able to see both ends of the island he was on, which isn't that bad since the island was small but still. Eventually, one of his friends noticed the boat was so far away, and my dad swam out to us to get us back.
Keep in mind that I was screaming and about to start crying the whole time. I mean, I was allowed to cry. I was literally drifting away from all of humanity, into the largest ocean in the world, on a boat drenched in gasoline that I didn't know how to operate. If my sister and I floated away, we might not be here right now.
Now looking back on it, the worst part is that every adult in the situation was obviously drunk. I mean, they were laughing and cheering as they noticed we were floating away, and laughing their asses off when my dad had to save us. Then, after he saved us, they started praising him, as if saving his two kids from certain death wasn't the bear minimum.

Aftermath:
When we finally got back to shore, my sister and I told our mum everything that had happened. We didn't know it was wrong, we were just saying what we remembered.
Idk what my mum did with the information, but the police got involved and my sister and I were questioned. Not the first time I've been interrogated because of my father..
We were questioned, and while I don't remember anything from this, my mum told me a few details. Apparently, my sister was super distraught and I told these stories with a smile on my face, thinking they were funny. My father told the police that my sister and I were overreacting, but the police believed us over him.

Consequences:
Idk what became of this whole thing, honestly. I don't remember my dad ever facing any consequences for what happened, but I do know that my mum never trusted us to go on his boat ever again. So, when he asked us to go on it a few months later, she was very happy when my sister had a slight fever and wasn't able to go.
Thank god she didn't, because the boat sank that very day. My dad was saved by helicopter, and he still refuses to pay for the damage the sunken boat did to the ocean. You know that speedboat I mentioned earlier? Well, my dad hit a log while my sister and I were on it for a day, and it sank that night. All the lottery money, gone in a year. Maybe that's my dad's consequences.
I also know that my sister, so traumatized from the boat, developed a few weird things to cope. One of which was sticking her thumb, which ended up destroying her mouth and is the reason she wears braces now.
I, on the other hand, didn't realize how bad this whole situation really was until recently. I was never traumatized, and realizing how bad this event was didn't effect me either. I've never been traumatized over silly little things like this.

Anyway, just a random story from my life I wanted to share. Don't pity me in the comments, I'm fine and so is the rest of my family. Plus, I now get to use the "my dad put me on a boat covered in gasoline and let me float off into the pacific" card whenever my friends and I are having trauma competitions.😋
If you've read this far, thanks for.. surviving this digitalized brain vomit. If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask. Ok, bye bye now. Stay Skibidi‼️‼️