dominic
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I just confronted my dad for the first time. He kept calling me a loser and screamed at me, slapped me. I ran to my room for an hour then came out and decided to beat the shit out of him (I'm 17). I'm feeling so many emotions.
I asked him why he put me in front of a computer screen all day and fed me junk food, making me an obese kid from age 5 and up
I asked him why he, as a Pakistani man, married a white woman and created a weird looking mutt, a rootless mongrel with no group to be with.
I asked him why he gave all my brothers and sisters normal, white first names, but gave me the most weird sand nigger ethnic muslim name.
I asked him why he didn't let me play any sports as a kid when I asked him to let me, and instead put me in front of a computer screen my entire childhood.
I asked him why he did every possible thing he could to disadvantage me as a kid, and now has the audacity to call me a loser all the time every day.
I told him to get up and fight me, and that I don't care if I go to prison or die here tonight.
I was fully expecting him to straight up assault me, possibly kill me (I went in there ready to die), scream, and even stab me or something.
He didn't. Instead he told me to sit down and talk to him, which I did. And I told him all the shit I just described in this post.
I don't know what to think anymore. My entire life I've hated him so fucking much and just wanted to beat the fuck out of him, and I finally work up the courage, and this happens.
I asked him why he put me in front of a computer screen all day and fed me junk food, making me an obese kid from age 5 and up
I asked him why he, as a Pakistani man, married a white woman and created a weird looking mutt, a rootless mongrel with no group to be with.
I asked him why he gave all my brothers and sisters normal, white first names, but gave me the most weird sand nigger ethnic muslim name.
I asked him why he didn't let me play any sports as a kid when I asked him to let me, and instead put me in front of a computer screen my entire childhood.
I asked him why he did every possible thing he could to disadvantage me as a kid, and now has the audacity to call me a loser all the time every day.
I told him to get up and fight me, and that I don't care if I go to prison or die here tonight.
I was fully expecting him to straight up assault me, possibly kill me (I went in there ready to die), scream, and even stab me or something.
He didn't. Instead he told me to sit down and talk to him, which I did. And I told him all the shit I just described in this post.
I don't know what to think anymore. My entire life I've hated him so fucking much and just wanted to beat the fuck out of him, and I finally work up the courage, and this happens.