mob
Student
- Jul 19, 2023
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Hi guys. Idk where else to put this. I feel like no one is listening to me.
My father was a horrible man towards my mother. He beat her so brutally I felt sick when I found out about the details. I did hear them argue a lot when I was a kid but I think I just pushed all this away as I grew older.
He would beat her in ways I don't want to remember. One time he slapped her so hard her eardrum burst. I'll never forget my mom's screams and how I couldn't do anything to help her.
When I was a kid he was sweet to me. He'd pick me up from kindergarten, later from elementary school. He'd give me candy, joke around with me, and give me love and attention. So I just refused to see him as the person he truly was.
As I got older and moved in with him, he started being really weird towards me. He'd come into my room at night and try to unlock my phone, he would get random angry outbursts, threaten me and yell at me.
One day the police had to get involved and I had to go to court when I was 16. I didn't testify. He was let off with a 300€ fine and that was it. I stopped talking to him as time went on.
He's an alcoholic. I remember he called me one night really confused from the hospital and the nurse ended up talking to me to explain what happened. He had drunk A LOT, to the point I was wondering how he was even alive still. I cried a lot. He told me not to cry and that he loves me.
I haven't really talked to him since. I think it's been well over 2 years now.
I decided to visit my mom's place today (they're separated, have been for 6-7 years now). My sister picked me up with her car when I got off the train.
She tells me "Dad probably has cancer". Like it was nothing. In such a monotone voice, like she didn't even care.
My dad had been at the hospital again due to drinking way too much and getting an asthma attack. They checked his heart and noticed on the X-Ray that his bones seemed to be "dissolving" in some spots and said that it points to leukemia. My sister was with him. She didn't even react and told him like it was just something minor.
We'll know for sure next week. But I am dreading the news. He's already very sick with various dangerous health problems. If he actually has cancer, I fear he won't have a lot of time left.
I feel so guilty. For never picking up the phone when he called, because I knew he'd be drunk 90% of the time. I miss him, but I don't want to see him. I feel so fucking torn. I have never lost someone close to me. When he dies, how would I ever be able to deal with it? He's still my dad after all. Oh god, I feel so fucking horrible.
My father was a horrible man towards my mother. He beat her so brutally I felt sick when I found out about the details. I did hear them argue a lot when I was a kid but I think I just pushed all this away as I grew older.
He would beat her in ways I don't want to remember. One time he slapped her so hard her eardrum burst. I'll never forget my mom's screams and how I couldn't do anything to help her.
When I was a kid he was sweet to me. He'd pick me up from kindergarten, later from elementary school. He'd give me candy, joke around with me, and give me love and attention. So I just refused to see him as the person he truly was.
As I got older and moved in with him, he started being really weird towards me. He'd come into my room at night and try to unlock my phone, he would get random angry outbursts, threaten me and yell at me.
One day the police had to get involved and I had to go to court when I was 16. I didn't testify. He was let off with a 300€ fine and that was it. I stopped talking to him as time went on.
He's an alcoholic. I remember he called me one night really confused from the hospital and the nurse ended up talking to me to explain what happened. He had drunk A LOT, to the point I was wondering how he was even alive still. I cried a lot. He told me not to cry and that he loves me.
I haven't really talked to him since. I think it's been well over 2 years now.
I decided to visit my mom's place today (they're separated, have been for 6-7 years now). My sister picked me up with her car when I got off the train.
She tells me "Dad probably has cancer". Like it was nothing. In such a monotone voice, like she didn't even care.
My dad had been at the hospital again due to drinking way too much and getting an asthma attack. They checked his heart and noticed on the X-Ray that his bones seemed to be "dissolving" in some spots and said that it points to leukemia. My sister was with him. She didn't even react and told him like it was just something minor.
We'll know for sure next week. But I am dreading the news. He's already very sick with various dangerous health problems. If he actually has cancer, I fear he won't have a lot of time left.
I feel so guilty. For never picking up the phone when he called, because I knew he'd be drunk 90% of the time. I miss him, but I don't want to see him. I feel so fucking torn. I have never lost someone close to me. When he dies, how would I ever be able to deal with it? He's still my dad after all. Oh god, I feel so fucking horrible.