• Itdidnttrickledown
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    13 days ago

    By the time I was a teenager my dad wouldn’t lay a finger on me. I was taller than him and twice as strong. Too bad he had beaten me enough up to that time that I was terrified of him and didn’t notice. My dad would just destroy my headphones when I wasn’t around and belittle me for not taking care of them. Anything I ended up with he wanted, he stole. Same goes for my mother. She would regularly throw my books in the trash. Sure sign was when she would have me take the trash to the dumpster at a nearby store. I figured this out and started removing my stuff and stashing it places. Narc parents are evil and should be tested for. No child should have to endure that level of constant abuse.

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      Lol same! One day I snapped when I was helping him fix some lights when he started yelling at me for doing something wrong instead of properly explaining to me how to do it (every single time he does this)

      And I stabbed him on the face with a screwdriver lol

      He had to get some stitches and I have never felt scared of him since.

      Edit: Oh and my mother and I left him after this.

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        13 days ago

        My problem was that my mother was worse than him. To give you a few examples through my life.

        I won a contest and ended up with a fairly expensive nick nack. It disappeared a year or so after hanging out on a shelf in my room. I spotted it a few years later at one of her friends house. I said hey thats mine but the lady got offended and said it certainly is not. Next time I was there it was gone.

        When I got married my ex’s grandmother let her use her grapes punch bowl. My mother stole it and we never got it back. I didn’t end up with any of my child hood things. Not my band jacket or any other award I ever received. I’m sure my sister will chunk it all in the trash. She is a chip off the old rotted block.