WeaponMy father used my existence against my mother regularly. As if it was somehow her fault that I was in the world. Last time I checked, it took two people to conceive a child!
He used it against me too. That I was unwanted, or that carrying me to term ruined my mother's health. I'll grant that part has some truth; considering her medical situation, it's kind of surprising that we both survived my gestation.
But still. He liked to make it clear to me that I was "an oops" and my mother's fault for not staying on birth control.
Oh yeah, and he liked to use my gender against me as well. "If she had to get ****ing knocked up, she could at least have produced a son!"
Oh well. I'm out of that horrible mess, free from their toxicity.
So when does it stop hurting?