lets put it like this.... the last time i saw my dad, i was stomping his head into the stairs for stealing my checkbook. fawker was going thru my bank acct crap, looking at my balances, and he accused me of holding money for my mom until after their divorce. looking back, all the advice he ever gave me was stupid, he never supported me in anything, and whenever i could do better than him, he was extremely jealous and bitchy about it.
i will never, ever talk to him again.
the only thing that i can give him credit for is that he allowed me to teach myself to be my own man, and to do things for my damn self. i moved out into my own place at 16yrs old, just to get away from him. sooner or later, i hear that he harrasses my mom all day, so i have to move into my parents' basement, just so i could break up the fights, etc. One day, he hit my lil bro in the head and pushed him onto the ground. Later that day, I beat the living shit out of him, just to let him know that he may have gotten away with doing that to me, my mom, and my big bro, be he will never get away with doing that to my lil bruh. He was "out of commision" for a few days. After that, he was extremely humble around me, but still pulled shit behind my back. eventually, he stole my checkbook, and the rest was history...but anyways, doing everything for myself and for my mom and my lil bro, it made me more responsible, no doubt, but it also made me a cold, quiet, loner type of person. i used to be so vivrant and outgoing when I was younger, but yea, i guess that changed all that.
sorry for the novel
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