
ManOfVengeance
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I was about 11 years old during this story, My birth vessel would get her teeth knocked out by my father and my fathers sister actually raped her once
My father (Who was kind of based) would beat the shit out of her, but he is a dickhead because he punched her in the stomach while she was pregnant with me so I came out looking even more fucking retarded, My mother ran away from him before I was born so fast foward 11 years.
I ended up meeting him because I saw him at a place that fed food to the homeless or poor, My birthvessel greeted him for some fucking reason and we ate with him? Why? I don't fucking know.
Then this stupid bitch randomly tells him about my suicidal tendencies "Oh ur son wants to jump out a window teehee
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And then he looks at me and goes "Ohhh well you shouldn't be doing that maaan, suicide is bad" He said in a monotonous voice because all the meth and drugs he took fucked him up not to mention he was mentally ill beforehand.
he then went on facebook and showed me random photo's of people and called them my relatives, that's when 11-year-old me knew he was not mentally all there.
My father (Who was kind of based) would beat the shit out of her, but he is a dickhead because he punched her in the stomach while she was pregnant with me so I came out looking even more fucking retarded, My mother ran away from him before I was born so fast foward 11 years.
I ended up meeting him because I saw him at a place that fed food to the homeless or poor, My birthvessel greeted him for some fucking reason and we ate with him? Why? I don't fucking know.
Then this stupid bitch randomly tells him about my suicidal tendencies "Oh ur son wants to jump out a window teehee
And then he looks at me and goes "Ohhh well you shouldn't be doing that maaan, suicide is bad" He said in a monotonous voice because all the meth and drugs he took fucked him up not to mention he was mentally ill beforehand.
he then went on facebook and showed me random photo's of people and called them my relatives, that's when 11-year-old me knew he was not mentally all there.