I grew up with my father in the house up until I was 1-7, growing up my dad would pour drinks on my mom, scream in my moms face, take rent/food money. I remember him being very harsh on me as a kid. When I was 7 my dad was angry that my mom came home from a night out with her sister for her birthday, he started punching my aunt, spitting and yelling in her face, pushing her out of the door. He ended up knocking down a tall glass picture holder causing it to fall down and break, at the time we had bed bugs so I was on the floor on an air mattress. That’s how my mom and dad’s relationship ended
However when he no longer had my mom to emotionally abuse, he turned to me.
I remember going to my fathers house with him because we were going to watch a game, I couldn’t figure out the wifi and he insisted on taking my phone to put it in but I didn’t want to, I just said it’s fine I don’t need wifi. He started yelling at me and spitting in my face, I was curled up in a ball crying begging for him to just get better and get off drugs. He threw a beer bottle and started jumping up and down hitting his fists together with a vein popping out of his head, gaslighting me and making me feel like the bad one. There is no winning ever,
However when he no longer had my mom to emotionally abuse, he turned to me.
I remember going to my fathers house with him because we were going to watch a game, I couldn’t figure out the wifi and he insisted on taking my phone to put it in but I didn’t want to, I just said it’s fine I don’t need wifi. He started yelling at me and spitting in my face, I was curled up in a ball crying begging for him to just get better and get off drugs. He threw a beer bottle and started jumping up and down hitting his fists together with a vein popping out of his head, gaslighting me and making me feel like the bad one. There is no winning ever,