TrueMFincel
Last night, I dreamed I was fighting my father, one on one.
The same man who abandoned me, who always looked at me as if I were less than human — inferior, broken, defective.
I lost the fight.
In the dream, he tied me up. He didn’t hurt me with his hands, but with his words.
He repeated the sentences that destroyed me when I was a child.
He told me I was too ugly,too short to be his real son,that my mother must have slept with another man to create such a massive failure.
He reminded me how I was always last at school, the worst at everything, the “disabled kid” .
Then the dream continued. He started beating my mother, just like he used to when I was a child.
I was hiding under the bed again, hearing her screams, hearing his fists crash against her fragile body.
I woke up crying once more, like always do.
And in that moment, I finally understood something:that my existence itself is the problem.
My father didn’t just abandon me — he trained me to hate my own existence.
I hate you dad.
Its ovER.
Last night, I dreamed I was fighting my father, one on one.
The same man who abandoned me, who always looked at me as if I were less than human — inferior, broken, defective.
I lost the fight.
In the dream, he tied me up. He didn’t hurt me with his hands, but with his words.
He repeated the sentences that destroyed me when I was a child.
He told me I was too ugly,too short to be his real son,that my mother must have slept with another man to create such a massive failure.
He reminded me how I was always last at school, the worst at everything, the “disabled kid” .
Then the dream continued. He started beating my mother, just like he used to when I was a child.
I was hiding under the bed again, hearing her screams, hearing his fists crash against her fragile body.
I woke up crying once more, like always do.
And in that moment, I finally understood something:that my existence itself is the problem.
My father didn’t just abandon me — he trained me to hate my own existence.
I hate you dad.
Its ovER.
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