Today my mum called the police. They came out to the house but it didn't do anything. If anything, it made things worse. After they left, the father said, "You're gonna be real sorry you did that".
The father told me he was having sex with men today. He also said he had sex with women before. He said he told my mother three years ago that he could have sex outside the marriage since she was "fat".
The father's soul is very troubled.
I know Cassie is in Heaven, and I miss her every moment--but I do not know if the father will go there.
I've had nightmares about him for years.
He truly scares me.
I do not understand why the father does the things he does.
I sat in my bathroom, vomiting into the toilet after the father told me what he had done. He came into my bathroom, inches from my face, telling me it was my mother's fault, that she was fat and he should have known because of my grandmother. Tears streamed down my face, and he continued to rant.
It is hard for me to see someone in so much pain, so much suffering, and I cannot do one thing about it.
If people don't ask for help, or don't accept it (in the case of the father), they won't get better. The father said he would be with another woman who was nothing like my mother.
The father has terrorized for years.
I am simply unafraid of him anymore. The only thing he has is money, and lots of it. He is a miserable person, and I become miserable when I am around him, and in turn think less of myself, and disrespect others.
So I am moving to Brooklyn.
Yes, it's a risk. But it's one I'll have to take.
I just need my mum to be strong and emotionally stable through all of this. That's the one thing that's kept me here for so long.
Hello, New York.
Goodbye, the ex-father. He doesn't understand that before he "shut me out forever", before he said "go to hell", that I already cut him off for good.
As far as I'm concerned, I do not have a father.
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