Now, I don't expect this story to be some sad daddy, mommy issue story. I just want to say, fuck you! F U C K Y O U M O M A N D D A D. Their opinions and words, shape your childhood and the way you are. Every time my dad yelled and got mad, calling me a manipulative little brat and saying how violent and fat I am changed me. The words spoken shaped me into exactly what he said. Every manipulative, violent, bitchy word he called me would be repeated and repeated in my mind over and over throughout the coarse of my life.
All the conversations they had that turned into arguments would be the only thing I could remember from my childhood.
