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Deckland
At times I think I wish they would have just beat the hell out of me...
Instead, it was this emotional maze where you never knew what or when you were going to get berated and belittled. There was no love or empathy. I think I blocked out a lot...my only memories are when I got away from that house. It was like being able to breath.
The worst part was being broken down to the point I became this lapdog, fueling my dads ego, mediating issues between parents. I wanted to believe that if I was good enough he’d stop.
Then I grew up and realized it was all about him. That everything was lies to make himself seem important.
I walked away, but the effects on trust and relationships as an adult have been hell.
Instead, it was this emotional maze where you never knew what or when you were going to get berated and belittled. There was no love or empathy. I think I blocked out a lot...my only memories are when I got away from that house. It was like being able to breath.
The worst part was being broken down to the point I became this lapdog, fueling my dads ego, mediating issues between parents. I wanted to believe that if I was good enough he’d stop.
Then I grew up and realized it was all about him. That everything was lies to make himself seem important.
I walked away, but the effects on trust and relationships as an adult have been hell.