My father physically and mentally abused me to the point that when I talked to friends I thought it was normal to ask how hard their beatings were for a particular infraction. My best friend reported him to CPS without telling me and he stopped putting his hands on me around age 14 (my mother would yell at him and tell him she didn’t want to go to jail, or him). I thought parents who didn’t beat their children were the most liberal parents imaginable. At my age 20 when I was home visiting from college, he nearly killed me and my mother via trying to flip the car into a ditch on the passenger side where we were both sitting because she let my younger sister drive his car on a joyride. I got into financial troubles after college and had to move back in with him. At my age 25 he got plastered drunk one night and voilently raped my mother in our trailer. Next morning I confronted him about it when he was stone cold sober and he grabbed me by neck and got in my face telling me to stay out of it or else he’d kill me. When I moved out, I didn’t feel “free” until I was in my mid 20s.
He’s about to inherit half my grandmother’s 700K house. He’s openly said he’s taking my mother’s inheritance too.
I have been told I’ll inherit 50K from my grandmother, but that’s not guaranteed because if my grandmother finds out I’m gay I most certainly get nothing.
People claim they have no interesting stories and then will tell me tales of happy childhoods where they had parents support and love them and they went on road trips and had the joy of just being a child and I can’t help but think of that fantasy world they got to live for all those years as something beautiful and beyond what human experience for most of our history was even capable of.
People toss off the casual miracles cause they lack shine but having a parent that didn’t rape and abuse is quite an interesting story to me.
I’m sorry, be strong and outlive the fuckers so that we can confirm that they die.
Don’t know why but these comments hit hard. Showed me my privilege, I suppose. My parents were distant, emotionally absent, manipulative, and controlling. And, of course, they fucked me up*. I’ve had more than one (ex) girlfriend accuse me of being an emotional cripple. But I was never afraid of my parents physically. And now they’re both passed, so it’s up to me to try not to fuck up my kids.
This Be The Verse, Philip Larkin
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.
My father physically and mentally abused me to the point that when I talked to friends I thought it was normal to ask how hard their beatings were for a particular infraction. My best friend reported him to CPS without telling me and he stopped putting his hands on me around age 14 (my mother would yell at him and tell him she didn’t want to go to jail, or him). I thought parents who didn’t beat their children were the most liberal parents imaginable. At my age 20 when I was home visiting from college, he nearly killed me and my mother via trying to flip the car into a ditch on the passenger side where we were both sitting because she let my younger sister drive his car on a joyride. I got into financial troubles after college and had to move back in with him. At my age 25 he got plastered drunk one night and voilently raped my mother in our trailer. Next morning I confronted him about it when he was stone cold sober and he grabbed me by neck and got in my face telling me to stay out of it or else he’d kill me. When I moved out, I didn’t feel “free” until I was in my mid 20s.
He’s about to inherit half my grandmother’s 700K house. He’s openly said he’s taking my mother’s inheritance too.
I have been told I’ll inherit 50K from my grandmother, but that’s not guaranteed because if my grandmother finds out I’m gay I most certainly get nothing.
People claim they have no interesting stories and then will tell me tales of happy childhoods where they had parents support and love them and they went on road trips and had the joy of just being a child and I can’t help but think of that fantasy world they got to live for all those years as something beautiful and beyond what human experience for most of our history was even capable of.
People toss off the casual miracles cause they lack shine but having a parent that didn’t rape and abuse is quite an interesting story to me.
I’m sorry, be strong and outlive the fuckers so that we can confirm that they die.
Don’t know why but these comments hit hard. Showed me my privilege, I suppose. My parents were distant, emotionally absent, manipulative, and controlling. And, of course, they fucked me up*. I’ve had more than one (ex) girlfriend accuse me of being an emotional cripple. But I was never afraid of my parents physically. And now they’re both passed, so it’s up to me to try not to fuck up my kids.
This Be The Verse, Philip Larkin
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.