Misunderstood

Misunderstood

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"You are useless, Unnecessary in this world, you are the reason why your mother left!" I could see the hurt flash in his big hazel eyes as he swallowed the last sip of gin in the bottom of his shot glass. My father has never drank in his life, at least before that day. I was 5 yet he still insists it was me who made her leave. My father isn't a bad man just misunderstood so misunderstood that he abuses me. I let it slide because he is hurting alot so he needs something to distract him from his inner demons. I have reached my ultamite low I feel because he sold me away to be the bride of some rich fellow in London for $4,000 every 2 months... I hope that father does ok and that I will suffice as a wife... Father where ever you are whoever you become please just know I understand you I love you and can't wait until we see each other again.
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The story of a girl who grows up with an alcoholic for a father, only to marry an alcoholic for a husband. ~~~~~ The walk to the school would be fifteen minutes, on a good day. Today, however, I managed to get there in seven. As soon as I walked onto the property, I could hear the nonsense ramblings spewing from my husband's mouth. "He's my son! You are holding him hostage!" He yells - his words slurring together, almost making them unintelligible. Luckily for me, I have heard him like this many, many times throughout my life and can understand him clearly. "Michael?" I call out to him and he turns his head slowly in my direction. He stumbles a little as he walks towards me, placing a hand on my left shoulder. "Ella? Love, they won't give me our son. I got here on time like you told me. I remembered! See! I got here, but they won't give him to me. They are keeping him away from me." He turns, his face getting angry. "Give me back my son, you bastards!" "Michael, that's enough." I say firmly, trying to make my hands stop shaking. "You're drunk. They couldn't give you Tyler like this. You aren't fit-" "Not fit? Not fit? I am capable of taking care of our son, Ella." He spits, literally, into my face. ~~~~~ This story contains mature themes, sensitive topics and coarse language. Reader discretion is advised.

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