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My dad

My parents were trying to save their sad excuse for a marriage back in 2012. The reason why they ultimately divorced was because my mother could finally break out of the cycle of physical domestic violence. Anyways this is important to my story because before 2012 my mom decided to try one more time for our sake. During the reconstruction era of our family, it was tense and awkward. My father had a mistress that he promised he had ended things with, and my siblings were so young. There was a time that I heard shouts during one night. I tried to break it up, but I just got dragged my my father into it. The next morning I woke up at 6 am to get ready for school, I was 12 and in the 6th grade (elementary here in Utah at the time). I was completely naked and waiting for the water to be hot enough to shower in when my father walked in. He saw that I was hunched over and bare baked yet he stayed in the bathroom. He told me was sorry for the argument, and just stared at me. I was so embarrassed and ashamed and he wouldn’t leave. I just nodded and then forcely prompted him to leave. He said it was his house and no one was going to tell him what to do. He stared for a few more moments staring before he finally left. I was so disgusted, but I couldn’t tell anyone. He was my father, and wondered if it was even something to make a deal out of. I never told anyone since then, but it always replays in my head when he calls or Skype calls. I feel so dirty, yet I know it’s his fault for not leaving as soon as he saw me at a vulnerable state. He is also a sex addict, having some charges against him from some of his mistresses and my mother. It didn’t matter that I was 12 and just beginning to develop, or had I been 16 or 18. I don’t care if you are my father, you have a problem, and by looking at me like that you increase your chances of attacking someone else.

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  • Alexis


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