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Title says it all. I fucking despise my father more than anything in the world and more than I can describe. I'm fuming right now because I just had a fight with him so this is going to be extremely disconnected and angry but whatever. He's hit me regularly ever since I can remember and in the past couple of years that's escalated to my head getting bashed against the wall more than a few times. He does the same with my mother and he has no problem doing it in front of my siblings either, one of whom's 8 years old and fucking terrified of him.
I moved out ~6 months ago mostly because of him and now live in another country. I came home for a couple weeks a few days ago and my mom wanted to take me to Amsterdam for a couple days cuz we haven't spent time together in years. For fuck knows what reason my dad decided to come as well. Last night he got mad at me because I wasn't talking much due to being in the middle of bupe WDs (I didn't say that obviously, they have no idea about my drug use, I just said I felt sick) which apparently is reason enough to be insulted. Anyway he just started walking ahead of us with the bag with the phones, maps, whatever, and left my mom, sister and me lost in the middle of Amsterdam at night with no fucking idea how to get back to the hotel. Took us 3 hours to find it, and when we got there he started yelling at my mother for taking so long before throwing her against the wall, screaming at my sister for starting to cry and forcing she and I to get out of the room. Next thing I know he's left back home to Paris with the car.
He came back this morning and everyone's pretending nothing happened. I spent the day swallowing benzo after benzo to stop myself from having a go at him. Anyway fast forward to about 30 mn ago, it's around 2 am and I'm on my computer trying to do some work. I'm in a seperate room at the hotel so it's not as if I'm bothering anyone. He comes into my room and tells me to turn my computer off and go to bed (well, orders rather, not as if he was saying it nicely). I tell him I'm wide awake and getting work done so no, I don't want to turn my computer off and lie in bed staring at the ceiling for hours. Which leads him to grabbing my computer, chucking it away from me and smacking me across the face before telling me he's going to stop paying for my uni fees and he's going to 'confiscate my computer'. Bear in mind I'm 19 and I don't even fucking live at home anymore.
He eventually left, thank god, and I've now locked myself in the bathroom.
I'm telling all this by way of an example of two typical days with that fucking cunt. WHich is a word I hate to use but I can't think of anything else that would work right now. I've been a perfect fucking daughter my whole life. I've done everything I could to make him proud of me and to make him stop telling me he wished I'd never been born. I never got into any kind of trouble. I got nominated to participate in the most fucking prestigious literary contest in France last year. I got into one of the fucking top 20s unis in the world. I swear to god I'm not bragging about any of this, I'm just trying to understand why the fuck he hates me so much when I've been nothing but a good daughter. I can't deal with this anymore. I've tried, I really have, but I don't have anymore strength left for this. I dealt with it by turning to heroin but it's not enough anymore, I don't have it in me to let myself be hurt and abused even more and to watch it happen to the rest of my family as well. My mom won't leave him. I don't know why. She refuses to. He has stomach cancer and a few weeks ago it looked like it was the end but apparently now he's getting better. It's got a fucking 5% survival rate and he's the one who has to be getting better. If he survives I don't know what I'll do. I want him out of our lives and dead so he can't ruin anyone else's. Please just tell me how to deal with this because I just don't know. I can't do it.
Sorry for how long this is. Thanks to anyone who took the time to read it. Rest of the team, if this is too heavy for SLR I'll move it over to TDS, I wasn't really sure and I know more people here so yeah.
I moved out ~6 months ago mostly because of him and now live in another country. I came home for a couple weeks a few days ago and my mom wanted to take me to Amsterdam for a couple days cuz we haven't spent time together in years. For fuck knows what reason my dad decided to come as well. Last night he got mad at me because I wasn't talking much due to being in the middle of bupe WDs (I didn't say that obviously, they have no idea about my drug use, I just said I felt sick) which apparently is reason enough to be insulted. Anyway he just started walking ahead of us with the bag with the phones, maps, whatever, and left my mom, sister and me lost in the middle of Amsterdam at night with no fucking idea how to get back to the hotel. Took us 3 hours to find it, and when we got there he started yelling at my mother for taking so long before throwing her against the wall, screaming at my sister for starting to cry and forcing she and I to get out of the room. Next thing I know he's left back home to Paris with the car.
He came back this morning and everyone's pretending nothing happened. I spent the day swallowing benzo after benzo to stop myself from having a go at him. Anyway fast forward to about 30 mn ago, it's around 2 am and I'm on my computer trying to do some work. I'm in a seperate room at the hotel so it's not as if I'm bothering anyone. He comes into my room and tells me to turn my computer off and go to bed (well, orders rather, not as if he was saying it nicely). I tell him I'm wide awake and getting work done so no, I don't want to turn my computer off and lie in bed staring at the ceiling for hours. Which leads him to grabbing my computer, chucking it away from me and smacking me across the face before telling me he's going to stop paying for my uni fees and he's going to 'confiscate my computer'. Bear in mind I'm 19 and I don't even fucking live at home anymore.
He eventually left, thank god, and I've now locked myself in the bathroom.
I'm telling all this by way of an example of two typical days with that fucking cunt. WHich is a word I hate to use but I can't think of anything else that would work right now. I've been a perfect fucking daughter my whole life. I've done everything I could to make him proud of me and to make him stop telling me he wished I'd never been born. I never got into any kind of trouble. I got nominated to participate in the most fucking prestigious literary contest in France last year. I got into one of the fucking top 20s unis in the world. I swear to god I'm not bragging about any of this, I'm just trying to understand why the fuck he hates me so much when I've been nothing but a good daughter. I can't deal with this anymore. I've tried, I really have, but I don't have anymore strength left for this. I dealt with it by turning to heroin but it's not enough anymore, I don't have it in me to let myself be hurt and abused even more and to watch it happen to the rest of my family as well. My mom won't leave him. I don't know why. She refuses to. He has stomach cancer and a few weeks ago it looked like it was the end but apparently now he's getting better. It's got a fucking 5% survival rate and he's the one who has to be getting better. If he survives I don't know what I'll do. I want him out of our lives and dead so he can't ruin anyone else's. Please just tell me how to deal with this because I just don't know. I can't do it.
Sorry for how long this is. Thanks to anyone who took the time to read it. Rest of the team, if this is too heavy for SLR I'll move it over to TDS, I wasn't really sure and I know more people here so yeah.

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