My father became weak and old, but the poison did not decrease, he tried to stab me in any way.

The psychological traumas of childhood often follow us through life, poisoning us every day. Even if a person has not lived with abusive parents for a long time, the pain can plague him for many years. These wounds are invisible to the eye. And it is good if the parent will be able to recognize his fatal fate and ask the adult child for forgiveness. After all, it is completely different...



My relationship with my father is an example of how not to behave with a child if you do not want to cause him a serious moral trauma. I don’t remember my early years in class until fifth. I remember the terrible moments when my parent cornered me for the slightest fault and beat everything that came to hand. I even began to stutter because of constant stress. My childhood was like a survival school.

My father was terrible in anger. In moments of rage, I thought he was possessed by the devil. For the environment, we were the perfect family. I'm a neat good girl with a slight stutter, an engineer dad and a humble kindergarten mom.



I still can't understand what he was so cruel to me for. Mom got hurt, too. Good without physical violence. She always defended me, but he rarely listened. Even forbade my mother to calm me down after a beating.

I begged my mother to run away from my father. But she was as afraid of him as I was. That's how I waited in that lockup. As soon as I was 18, at the speed of a bullet, I packed my bags and moved to live and study in another city. I was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Years have passed face to face with the past. I went to college, went to work, met a good guy. My mom passed away last year. I'm sure she was taken to her grave by a notorious character.

I didn't want to talk to my father. But conscience and guilt did not allow to leave the pensioner without care. That's why I used to visit him every weekend. Once a strong man turned into a weak old man. But the venom hasn't gone down. He kept grumbling and managed to keep raising me.



On my next visit, my father, with an angry look, asked why I continue to go to him, his eyes are corny. Having gathered all the restraint in my fist, I replied that I would gladly not do this. He'll starve to death without me.

In all my life, this man has not said a single kind word to me. But I still tried not to get rude. After all, he was my parent and raised me.

But my father saved me a surprise.

The moment of truth, “I made a gift for the house.” But don't get too excited. “Not at you,” a relative smirked me with an angry grin.

I froze in confusion. The father continued, “The house will go to Oksana’s niece.” Remember her? And he grinned really nasty.



My shock, resentment and disbelief were beyond words. I've only seen Oksana a few times in my life, and so has my father. She lived across the country. This decision was sewn with white threads: the father did it out of spite. I wanted to yell at him and send him away! But I gathered the remnants of the will into a fist and asked him why he had chosen. Are there no other candidates?

“Not found. If you mean yourself, then no, you don't deserve this house, the cruel old man sealed.

“I was born here and lived until I came of age! My parents lived here. So it makes sense to give a home to someone you last saw 15 years ago? Mother would not appreciate such an act, I said bitterly, holding back the coming tears.

“My mother is gone, and only I can manage my property,” he said.

"Do what you want," I said. - I'm not coming to you for a gift.



Childhood trauma: A violent parent, but my father didn't believe me. He gave me the joke that that's why I came to him, and he got me. But now I can relax and leave him alone.

I silently went to wash the dishes. I cleaned my room, packed my bags and went home. I was torn apart by resentment and a sense of injustice. To my house, to my mother, who lived side by side with this monster all her life and left her health here. I carried my childhood traumas away from home and she was next to this aggressive and violent man. Eh, mommy...



I regret that the owner of the house will be a woman who has nothing to do with it. And all because my father hated me all his life and took revenge - I don't know why. I deserve this house! As compensation for years spent in dislike and fear.

I honestly tried to be a good daughter. But Dad doesn't need it... If he wants to be alone, so be it.

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