But It'S Not What You Would Imagine

The one who broke my heart was my father, who used to beat me when he was drunk. I lived with him between the ages of 4 and 7, and he would always PROMISE me he would stop drinking and doing drugs. He broke my heart with his lies. But it has a happy ending: I'm stronger, I've learned to respect myself, and that what happened was never my fault.
xxcassandra1228xx xxcassandra1228xx 18-21, F 3 Responses Feb 8, 2013

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Same thing here, but there were no attempts to change, or empty promises. My father was a war casualty (WWII), one of those "walking wounded", and used this as an excuse (however justified) to get loaded and beat on his kids. Looking back I have no ill will remaining (because I think he honestly did the best he could with what he was given), but my brother still hates him...... even though he has been dead for almost 20 years. I did manage to escape at 14........ and never went back.

:( I'm terribly sorry to hear that about your father. Its always sad to hear about stuff like this, I mean he's your father and you look up to him. You want to remember him but not like this. It's because of stuff like this, that makes me avoid drugs completely.
Stay strong :)

Thank you(: I have some good memories of him sober as well, thankfully.