F or as long as I can remember, my Dad has pretty much not been the best example for the male gender. It started out with him basically insulting everything about me; from my thoughts, to my feelings, to my looks and everything inbetween. From there it escalated to slapping, punching, pinching but eventually he stopped beating me, and moved onto my younger brother. One day it got to the point that my dad threw my brother down the stairs and beat him with his fists until me and my mom could pull my dad off of him. The next day my dad drove me to school "to talk" and halfway there he just...freaked out and started yelling about crashing the car because there wasn't anything of value inside of it. Fast forward a few weeks and my mom got a call from my younger brother about how he was scared and how he just climbed down from the roof after debating whether or not to jump. Yea..things got to the point that my brother who was 14 at the time, was debating suicide. The day of his 15th birthday we had to commit him because we didn't have any way of being on 24/7 suicide watch and he was starting to become violent like my dad.