My mom died when I was twelve. She and I were really close, and losing her was really hard on me. My dad didn't help the situation either. We didn't talk much, and when we did, it usually ended up in a huge arguement. He calls me so many names, and treats me like I'm five, even though I'm the one he left alone to raise myself. I hate him so much, and now he even threatens to take away my stuff if I don't try to establish a relationship with him. I don't understand him, or his childish temper tantrums. I just want to be eighteen, so I can move out and block him out of my life once and for all. |
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