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I can never have the same relationship I had with my parents with me anymore. I had a shitty childhood. I started going outside after the earthquake ( I was around 11) . Meanwhile many guys used to play outside, chilled in the neighborhood at that time. Many ascended too. I used to go to my cousin's house very often the houses were quite close . One day it was around 8pm or 9pm . They were calling me on phone but I didn't answer. Even though when I got back I told them I was at my cousin's house . My dad beat me . I remember that number I received 60 belt (made of snake skin) shot ,30 on each hand .
One day he beat me because I went to buy a bread ,and I didn't cover it so others wouldn't see what I bought. My little brother liked to cry a lot , anything I did even though he was wrong ,he went to my mother. And I was the one being beaten. I don't think they beat/punished him 10times in his lifetime. At 14 I wanted to leave that house, getting an international visa was my ultimate chance to leave that household.
I hated when my dad would me and my brother at 8-9pm because I'll close the barrier. It was an humiliation, you're grown . You're not far away but they constantly want you inside. The only time I went to party and slept was because it was organized by a student. To go out , I always lie about an activity organized by the school. In Haiti , during the last week of December, even 15 years old go outside party and come the next day . After 25 and 31 December guys had crazy stories to tell. I had nothing to tell bc I was in bed at 9pm.
During the time when this haircut was trending you shaved both side of the head and leave the middle (like Neymar had,the Brazilian soccer player) . I never had his haircut, they'd beat me to death . I fought a lot to keep my hair , they hate me though. Even though I left highschool (long hair wasn't allowed). My parents hated afro,curly hair ,twist . They pretended to like me but they hated what I liked . One day after church I was doing finger coils , my mother said it's the devil that's was manifesting. Many of the guys, adults would advise me to do dread ,or twist. But I couldn't,I had long hair but I never benefit it or had an amazing haircut. The day before coming to USA I shaved the sides and had a ponytail. My mother called my dad (in USA) and told him about everything. I didn't want to come in USA tbh bc I'd be leaving my aunt (has the same philosophy with my parents) but staying in that shit hole would have been worse.
I cut my hair , I became sub3 . Many people were shocked. One girl was laughing at me. My mother said "now you look like a serious guy, you're handsome" . Parents are fucking egoistical,that like children to be like them. I am always jealous of other people that are cool with their parents. They can wear what they want,have any hairstyle,do everything. I considered myself as a slave . I liked school more than Hollidays bc my house was hell. Now I am in college they pretend they miss me , I barely answer to their message. I can't appreciate them despite sacrifices they've done for me . While I was in my dorm I often had nightmares related to my parents...
One day he beat me because I went to buy a bread ,and I didn't cover it so others wouldn't see what I bought. My little brother liked to cry a lot , anything I did even though he was wrong ,he went to my mother. And I was the one being beaten. I don't think they beat/punished him 10times in his lifetime. At 14 I wanted to leave that house, getting an international visa was my ultimate chance to leave that household.
I hated when my dad would me and my brother at 8-9pm because I'll close the barrier. It was an humiliation, you're grown . You're not far away but they constantly want you inside. The only time I went to party and slept was because it was organized by a student. To go out , I always lie about an activity organized by the school. In Haiti , during the last week of December, even 15 years old go outside party and come the next day . After 25 and 31 December guys had crazy stories to tell. I had nothing to tell bc I was in bed at 9pm.
During the time when this haircut was trending you shaved both side of the head and leave the middle (like Neymar had,the Brazilian soccer player) . I never had his haircut, they'd beat me to death . I fought a lot to keep my hair , they hate me though. Even though I left highschool (long hair wasn't allowed). My parents hated afro,curly hair ,twist . They pretended to like me but they hated what I liked . One day after church I was doing finger coils , my mother said it's the devil that's was manifesting. Many of the guys, adults would advise me to do dread ,or twist. But I couldn't,I had long hair but I never benefit it or had an amazing haircut. The day before coming to USA I shaved the sides and had a ponytail. My mother called my dad (in USA) and told him about everything. I didn't want to come in USA tbh bc I'd be leaving my aunt (has the same philosophy with my parents) but staying in that shit hole would have been worse.
I cut my hair , I became sub3 . Many people were shocked. One girl was laughing at me. My mother said "now you look like a serious guy, you're handsome" . Parents are fucking egoistical,that like children to be like them. I am always jealous of other people that are cool with their parents. They can wear what they want,have any hairstyle,do everything. I considered myself as a slave . I liked school more than Hollidays bc my house was hell. Now I am in college they pretend they miss me , I barely answer to their message. I can't appreciate them despite sacrifices they've done for me . While I was in my dorm I often had nightmares related to my parents...
