bass
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- Jan 19, 2026
- 9
Imagine being violently beaten because you spilled a glass of water. Imagine your entire bedroom being torn apart, your clothes thrown in the trash, and your electronics shattered into pieces just because you accidentally woke your father up. Imagine being systematically told every single day by the people who brought you into this world that you are a lowlife, that everyone is better than you, and that you will never amount to anything.
I still remember him punching me and throwing me across the room because I couldn't remember the alphabet. I was four years old. I couldn't even breathe. I was just a kid.
Most people subjected to this level of non- top physical, mental, and verbal abuse end up in addiction, homeless, or suicide.
Right now, I am 21 years old. Despite him literally shattering my laptop right before my finals, and despite dealing with him abusing me while handling midterms, I have a 4.0 GPA in college. On top of that, I built my own income stream. I pull in $6,000 a month and I have $16,000 sitting in savings. Statistically speaking, I am doing better than 99% of people my age. He literally could not have a more successful son if he tried.
My dad is upper-middle class. He made a deal with me: if I paid back my college debt myself, he would pay for half of a car to help me get on my feet.
Today, he told me I should go out and finance a $30,000 car. Then, he did some absolutely delusional napkin math and claimed my payments would only be $150 a month for two years. (For context, the real math is closer to $1,000 a month, even with a massive down payment).
When I told him I couldn't afford those kinds of monthly payments especially since my top priority is using my savings to finally escape his house he sneered at me and said, "I thought you made good money
He flat out didn't believe me, thinking I only made half of what I actually do. So, I pulled out my accounts and proved to him that I made $9,000 in the last six weeks alone.
His face shifted, and he instantly changed his tune. "Well, why are you involving me with your car ?"
I looked at him, completely stunned. "Because you promised you would help me?"
His response? "Yeah, I meant morally."
Morally.
He owns 3 cars, one of which is 100k,
He has never helped me financially a single day in my life. He has destroyed my property, broken my ribs, and broken my spirit, and now he is withdrawing the one and only promise he ever made me. He constantly complains that I "stay in my room all day," while actively pulling the rug out from under the only tool (a car) that would actually allow me to leave.
he had no reason to pullback from his promise besides his pride.
I'm a model, i make good money, im a perfect grade student, im better then anyone I know my age in almost everyway. Yet i feel like trash, i have face and body dysmorphia, i feel like no money is enough, i feel like a failure in school, i feel like im worse then everyone and i have no future , even though objectively im the very opposite.
I might of had my brain wired to never be happy, perfection is worthless if it means nothing to me, i don't care about money, i don't care about grades, i just wish i had a good father, i wish i was loved, i wish he said sorry at least once. Hes prideful, hes a narcissist, hes a sociopath, i wished he would die since i was 6.
I still remember him punching me and throwing me across the room because I couldn't remember the alphabet. I was four years old. I couldn't even breathe. I was just a kid.
Most people subjected to this level of non- top physical, mental, and verbal abuse end up in addiction, homeless, or suicide.
Right now, I am 21 years old. Despite him literally shattering my laptop right before my finals, and despite dealing with him abusing me while handling midterms, I have a 4.0 GPA in college. On top of that, I built my own income stream. I pull in $6,000 a month and I have $16,000 sitting in savings. Statistically speaking, I am doing better than 99% of people my age. He literally could not have a more successful son if he tried.
My dad is upper-middle class. He made a deal with me: if I paid back my college debt myself, he would pay for half of a car to help me get on my feet.
Today, he told me I should go out and finance a $30,000 car. Then, he did some absolutely delusional napkin math and claimed my payments would only be $150 a month for two years. (For context, the real math is closer to $1,000 a month, even with a massive down payment).
When I told him I couldn't afford those kinds of monthly payments especially since my top priority is using my savings to finally escape his house he sneered at me and said, "I thought you made good money
He flat out didn't believe me, thinking I only made half of what I actually do. So, I pulled out my accounts and proved to him that I made $9,000 in the last six weeks alone.
His face shifted, and he instantly changed his tune. "Well, why are you involving me with your car ?"
I looked at him, completely stunned. "Because you promised you would help me?"
His response? "Yeah, I meant morally."
Morally.
He owns 3 cars, one of which is 100k,
He has never helped me financially a single day in my life. He has destroyed my property, broken my ribs, and broken my spirit, and now he is withdrawing the one and only promise he ever made me. He constantly complains that I "stay in my room all day," while actively pulling the rug out from under the only tool (a car) that would actually allow me to leave.
he had no reason to pullback from his promise besides his pride.
I'm a model, i make good money, im a perfect grade student, im better then anyone I know my age in almost everyway. Yet i feel like trash, i have face and body dysmorphia, i feel like no money is enough, i feel like a failure in school, i feel like im worse then everyone and i have no future , even though objectively im the very opposite.
I might of had my brain wired to never be happy, perfection is worthless if it means nothing to me, i don't care about money, i don't care about grades, i just wish i had a good father, i wish i was loved, i wish he said sorry at least once. Hes prideful, hes a narcissist, hes a sociopath, i wished he would die since i was 6.