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My dad is a cursing monster.
My mom doesn’t have that much money.
My brother has depression.
Then, there’s me.....
this begins all the way back in 2012, where my mom and dad were around the time they split up. Yep, a divorce.
(Extra: my mom got custody of us, and when my dad punched me one year, he couldn’t see us until February of next year)
I see my dad on weekends. I HATE him.
He hit my brother and me with a belt. Me, once. My brother, twice.
He got in trouble with the police, but got lucky because his new girlfriend did it to her daughter. (More on that later)
My brother developed depression from school. Yep. He actually had to switch schools because of it.
So, my dad’s girlfriend was named Bely, and I HATED HER. If I made a mistake, ONE LITTLE ONE, she pointed it out. The only person I liked once I met her was her daughter, Bella. Then there’s my dad, that after the belt, he cursed a heck ton. And I mean A LOT.
He called me an asshole lots of times, and once to go “f*** myself”
My mom has a nice boyfriend named Josianne or Hosianne, idk. But then there’s... the baby that my dad and his new girlfriend had. He’s Luiz the second. He’s kinda annoying, but that’s it.
Now you see why I hate my life?
