Me and my father never got along. Ever. Period. It has gotten better, mostl. He hasn’t hit me since we moved into the apartment. I can’t talk to my sister, cause she tries to forget that time period, and she thinks he was justified. Last night, he came into my room and started screaming at me. About how he was sending me to therapy and they would give me zombie meds (They aren’t called that, but they make you into a zombie). he said a lot of stuff, but now more than ever, I honestly think he hates me. (I can be a brat, I know that) I just want to talk.
(PS my dad never did anything like that (sexual assult) though me, my mother, and sister are slightly scared for me and my siste. He watches videos of men doing horrible things to little girls. (I got that information from my mother) my sister can be mean, but I love her. She has experienced most of my life’s problem. Like drug dealers coming to our house)