My asshat dad has always been shit to me about my weight, my body. No doubt that threw me into some bulimic and anorexic episodes, but he won't admit the damages he's done.
How I'm not the right this or that or what.
And for a ten year old to grow up with that, no doubt it's gonna have an effect.
Now my brother is literally obsessed with weighing himself, because he grew up with a fuck around the house who would shit on people for their weight.
I see what a fucking mess this man has done to people and want to strangle him. I want to watch him struggle for air with a rope around his neck. I want him to finally end, I want him to leave everyone's fucking life.
It's because of him that it hurt for me to eat.
Its because of him that I would shove a toothbrush to the back of my throat, bent over a toilet.
It's because of him that my brother's like this.
It's because of him that my mom now doesn't have anyone to rely on.
