Joining the #BadDadClub.
He's such a hypocritical, lying asshole who's mind must be twisted to believe that EVERYTHING he does is right, even when our family is telling him to stop and that he's hurting us. He does whatever he wants, and anything that happens, because of him or not, it's my fault. Always. He's sick, but he doesn't want to get himself checked, because I'M the problem, not him. He is perfect. Telling any of my friends he meets everything I do wrong, while stretching and adding things...I lost friends because of him, and those people I lost are a part of my everyday regrets now. I hate him. And he says he wants to be ok with me, when he consistently says I'm arrogant and selfish and filled with pride that I always adhere to. Fuck him. Wish I could make him suffer like he did to me as a child. It was only physical when he provoked me enough that I lost control. The trauma is still with me, and is probably one of the main reasons that I'm indecisive of living or dying. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him so so much.