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Ugh, this is gonna be a foot in my mouth. Being brave and answering it anyway. My dad had a really bad temper. (My mom was sorta mean too, but she went though anger management and got better.) He didn't beat us or anything but almost every day he called my brother, my mom and I—and sometimes our pets—horrible names and yell at us. For hours sometimes. Even if we hadn't done anything on purpose. Sometimes it didn't stop there. He'd throw things, he'd rip up things that either belonged to us or that we had made for him. I hated it. I tried to run away. I even tried killing myself a couple of times. I know, I know, people who're Baby Boomers or Gen X probably think I'm just being a melodramatic brat. For my part though, I ended up with anger issues of my own. I have been in and out of therapy for years as an adult. All just so I could be a normal, kind, less suicidal person. And it still hasn't worked completely. I've messed up job opportunities and relationships because of my turbulent childhood. So I think I would've been better off not having been yelled at as a child. Sorry to write an essay. I just felt like I needed to explain why I wanted to change what I said. |