Oh man... yea... I think I was like 23 years old. This experience is actually the most traumatizing in my life, but there's a happy ending
There was a time period where I was unemployed for a couple of months. I was alone sitting in my room at the computer playing games like I usually do. I had my headphones on and my room door closed. All of a sudden, I heard my dad yell and drag out my name, and to "come over right now". I'm assuming my parents were having a discussion about me in the living room, eventually leading my dad to have an outburst. I had this "ahh sh*t" feeling in my gut as I anxiously walked into the living room. My dad told me "sit down". I sat on the floor on the other side of the coffee table from my dad, with my mom sitting on a couch behind my dad.
He told me how he couldn't comprehend why I was depressed, and that I didn't have a reason to feel depressed. He couldn't understand why I was suicidal. He looked me dead in the eye and nonchalantly told me something along the lines of "you know what, just go suicide". "Yea, so that way I can live comfortably and mom can live comfortably". Then he said something along the lines of kicking me out, and how he doesn't want to deal with me anymore, etc. My dad excused me after the end of our conversation, and I walked into my room. About a few minutes later, my parents come into my room, and my dad is basically just repeating all the things he's been saying, killing myself, get out of the house, etc.
My dad then left the room, and I heard silverware being rustled in the kitchen. At this moment, I realized what was happening. He's getting an actual knife. My mom immediately blocked the doorway and tried to grab the knife from my dad, while telling him to discard the knife. My dad was constantly switching the knife from his left and right hand behind his back to prevent my mom from grabbing the knife from him. I was sitting on my bed just witnessing this whole thing with my mom being the barrier to prevent my dad from coming in. If my mom wasn't there, I'm not sure if I would defend myself. I'm also not sure if he would have actually stabbed me, I really don't know, but you would expect the worst in that situation. Eventually my dad leaves and I hear him crying really loudly. My mom was standing and crying next to me. I was crying too. I felt so traumatized by the event that just unfolded that I temporarily went into a catatonic state. It was something that I've never felt before. I slowly started to grab my clothes in my drawer because I was planning to leave the house, but my mom told me that it's okay, and to just put the clothes back. Eventually my dad comes to my room and tells me to go to sleep because he wants me to get up early to bring me and my mom to his carpentry work.
Next day comes, I get dressed and stuff. We get in his car. We go to Los Angeles to the house he's currently working on, and and he's still quite pent up from his rage the day before. He was cursing/yelling, and honking at many cars for the slightest things that bothered him. Eventually we go to his work to help him, and I don't really remember what happens after that. Anyways, fast forward a bit to like a month or two, I got a job, my parents are satisfied and glad. Ever since I got that part time job (which I still have to this day), my dad is much nicer to me now, nicer than he's ever been. He always greets me, gives me a brofist, sometimes comes to my room to check up on me, tries to get me excited to try out this certain food like I'm some kid. He always asks me "Do you know how much I love you? More than infinity". He'll recite the same exact question and answer from time to time. At home, he's very loving and treats me like a baby/kid when I'm 25 y/o now, but at work he's different. He's strict and stern, and he'll yell at you if you do something incorrectly. He becomes very job orientated, but I guess that's just his style.
