This breaks me up because it reminds me of what it was like. The three I remember were about the order the reels of a fruit machine stop in, throwing a single piece of straw on his car roof, and whether or not to use apricot jam to make icing stick to a christmas cake. It sounds so ridiculous in retrospect, the stupidity of what would make him lash out.
I don't know what to say to you because I just suffered it until one day when I was 16. I inherited his physique and I was growing into it rapidly. If anything, I'm even broader and stronger than him. And, at 16, already taller. He went to clout me around the head and rather than cover my face, I instinctively pulled my fist back. It stopped him in his tracks and there must have been something that he saw in my face because we both knew that I was going to avenge sixteen years of abuse in that one shot. If he forced me into it, I was going to knock him into the middle of next week. But he didn't. He cowered, crept away, and never laid another finger on me.
I'm going to advise you to tell someone you trust. But I'm also fully aware, having been in this position, that not only did I not take this advice, I don't think I would do even if I had to go through it all again. You'll understand that, and anyone else who's been through it will understand. You really should tell someone, though. Please?
is it normal the way my dad treats me or is it abuse
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This breaks me up because it reminds me of what it was like. The three I remember were about the order the reels of a fruit machine stop in, throwing a single piece of straw on his car roof, and whether or not to use apricot jam to make icing stick to a christmas cake. It sounds so ridiculous in retrospect, the stupidity of what would make him lash out.
I don't know what to say to you because I just suffered it until one day when I was 16. I inherited his physique and I was growing into it rapidly. If anything, I'm even broader and stronger than him. And, at 16, already taller. He went to clout me around the head and rather than cover my face, I instinctively pulled my fist back. It stopped him in his tracks and there must have been something that he saw in my face because we both knew that I was going to avenge sixteen years of abuse in that one shot. If he forced me into it, I was going to knock him into the middle of next week. But he didn't. He cowered, crept away, and never laid another finger on me.
I'm going to advise you to tell someone you trust. But I'm also fully aware, having been in this position, that not only did I not take this advice, I don't think I would do even if I had to go through it all again. You'll understand that, and anyone else who's been through it will understand. You really should tell someone, though. Please?