The last time I can honestly remember having a blog was back in junior high school, and what is there really to blog about when you are thirteen? That being said, I have so much to say and now I have somewhere to say it.
This takes place one week after having surgery.
My father tried to attack me today. I couldn't run away or dodge him without fearing the worst for my incisions, so I fell to the floor and went into fetal position.
Once he realized my mother wouldn't let him near me, he stole her car and took off.
A few hours later my father txtd me apologizing. (yes, there is ALWAYS a catch with him.) not ten seconds after I accept his apology he begins cutting me down and telling me he could have done whatever he wanted to.
Mind you, for the past 15 years my parents have helped me see that we control our actions. As I point this out to him, he decides he wants the upper hand again and tries to say that I'm worthless and that I have sex for drugs. Wrong. I am NOT worthless. Wrong. I would never.
Somehow the planets have aligned and now I am the voice of reason whilst my father gets to fuck up.
Very strange.
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