Trigger warning!!!!!!!!
There is a lot of romanticising abuse so maybe don't read it
I have fond memories of my dad cause he tried to teach me lessons.
Maybe not the cool ones no, they were the wear makeup to school ones, I was good at that though, yet I wasn't a quick learner things were always backwards, like I was a bad cook but always liked to eat,and it seemed he treasured trash over me. but still my smile stayed measured my behavior never rash because if their was the slightest imperfection, the tiniest crack he'd beat me and beat me but I would never hit back. id simply just wait till hes done and sew up my cuts it wasn't that bad, I even think he had fun I mean even if he didn't at least i got his attention and he will always have my gratitude because he's my dad.
