I got told information about my second stepdad and conversations that happened when I was 17 and the shit hit the fan, things I had never heard about. Things I never knew happened. Apparently my second stepdad threatened my dad when he found out I'd gone to the police.
My dad isn't innocent, but he's nowhere in the ranks of that scum.
I realized that I truly, deeply, from the bottom of my heart, hate that disgusting and vile man. He took advantage of me and my family. He has no remorse for all the damage he's caused. I used to dissociate when people brought him up. I can't even say his name it makes me sick. I thought I had no emotions towards him, and I was numb. At one point I even thought he was okay, and that I was the one who made everything bad happen. But not anymore.
I realized how much I hate him, and it was like a dam bursting. I want to scream and throw things and god I'm so devastated, this is the worst feeling. I have never had feelings of wanting revenge, but I wish he dies in a way that's just as painful as all the years of agony he put me through. I hope he dies slowly and painfully and alone.
I don't know how I'm going to get over this anger, he's never going to be punished for what he did and I'm never going to see justice, so why do I have to be stuck with all this anger and hatred.
My dad isn't innocent, but he's nowhere in the ranks of that scum.
I realized that I truly, deeply, from the bottom of my heart, hate that disgusting and vile man. He took advantage of me and my family. He has no remorse for all the damage he's caused. I used to dissociate when people brought him up. I can't even say his name it makes me sick. I thought I had no emotions towards him, and I was numb. At one point I even thought he was okay, and that I was the one who made everything bad happen. But not anymore.
I realized how much I hate him, and it was like a dam bursting. I want to scream and throw things and god I'm so devastated, this is the worst feeling. I have never had feelings of wanting revenge, but I wish he dies in a way that's just as painful as all the years of agony he put me through. I hope he dies slowly and painfully and alone.
I don't know how I'm going to get over this anger, he's never going to be punished for what he did and I'm never going to see justice, so why do I have to be stuck with all this anger and hatred.