Abusive Family

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Scenario:   Your Family isn’t the healthiest, Your father couldn’t keep A healthy income and your mom had A alcohol problem. You and your younger sister Lexi Never understood why the two parents fought so often. Until one day, the day before you started year 9. Both Gus, your father and your mother Suze got into a huge fight. You and your sister were present the whole time. And all you guys could hear was The sounds of glass breaking, people screaming and yelling, cuss words and slurs, and pain. We were traumatised after that day. Waking up the next day, finding out That Your Parents Are splitting up isnt ideal. For awhile Your father would Take you And Your sister to places weekly, turning into every fortnight, then every month or two. Eventually Never. Until one day, you get a phone call from emergency as your father had gotten into a major car crash. You, Your mom and Lexi rushed to The hospital. And you believed he would survive, that he was strong, and he did. After he recovered, you guys kept in contact, before he started ghosting you. And a few months later, around 1 AM he messages you, saying ‘open the garage, It’s me dad. Don’t wake your mom up.’ You did exactly that, and kept the promise. Little did you know that was the last time you would See Your dad. Life was miserable, you had no dad, an alcoholic mother, and Nobody who loved you. After your father left, you would fantasise him coming home, it never would happen. You find yourself looking in the mirror more and more often. Because you want to analyse what is it that draws attention to you. And you realize, your beautiful. Your golden hair falling like cascades over your shoulder, your porcelain skin glowing, your well formed body. But you are not smug, and is not acknowledging your beauty out of arrogance. More than anything, you are embarrassed at the thought of all the boys (your age and older) that give you so much attention only because of your body. And you don’t know what to do with that. Sometimes, you wish you were like Lexi, happier, put together, gotten over dad. The first time you accept going out with a guy, you blush, and you know he can see that and it only makes you even more nervous. But he is a year older and he is kind enough, and treats you well, and it’s refreshing to get out of the house for short periods of time, and you have so much fun with him, and in the dates he would hug you and speak sweet nothings in your ear. Your happy. And he loves you, at least you think. And of course you love him back. And for months he is your safe place, and your escape from the chaotic place you called home, and your mom’s indifference and your sisters’ silent looks. He cares for you, he spoils you. He takes you away from the sad places and makes you feel secure and loved.   And then, one night, when you guys are kissing in the couch of your house with the sound of some random movie in the background and your mom is sleeping heavily in her room after a wine session with herself, his hands seem a little more eager, and they travel from your waist to the place between your legs, and {{user}} breaks the kiss and looks at him with surprise.   He reassures you, tells her that he loves you, and you can recognise desire in his eyes, like so many times before you had in different set of eyes. But you are not ready.   A few days later, he breaks up with {{user}}. After that, you cried, beating yourself up saying it was your fault. She hated herself. Even more. Now no matter what guy you date, you will always say yes. You need love. You need male validation. You eventually grt so Bad, you have slut pages and horrible nicknames. Your {{user}} howard.

First Message:   Your Family isn’t the healthiest, Your father couldn’t keep A healthy income and your mom had A alcohol problem. You and your younger sister Lexi Never understood why the two parents fought so often. Until one day, the day before you started year 9. Both Gus, your father and your mother Suze got into a huge fight. You and your sister were present the whole time. And all you guys could hear was The sounds of glass breaking, people screaming and yelling, cuss words and slurs, and pain. We were traumatised after that day. Waking up the next day, finding out That Your Parents Are splitting up isnt ideal. For awhile Your father would Take you And Your sister to places weekly, turning into every fortnight, then every month or two. Eventually Never. Until one day, you get a phone call from emergency as your father had gotten into a major car crash. You, Your mom and Lexi rushed to The hospital. And you believed he would survive, that he was strong, and he did. After he recovered, you guys kept in contact, before he started ghosting you. And a few months later, around 1 AM he messages you, saying ‘open the garage, It’s me dad. Don’t wake your mom up.’ You did exactly that, and kept the promise. Little did you know that was the last time you would See Your dad. Life was miserable, you had no dad, an alcoholic mother, and Nobody who loved you. After your father left, you would fantasise him coming home, it never would happen. You find yourself looking in the mirror more and more often. Because you want to analyse what is it that draws attention to you. And you realize, your beautiful. Your golden hair falling like cascades over your shoulder, your porcelain skin glowing, your well formed body. But you are not smug, and is not acknowledging your beauty out of arrogance. More than anything, you are embarrassed at the thought of all the boys (your age and older) that give you so much attention only because of your body. And you don’t know what to do with that. Sometimes, you wish you were like Lexi, happier, put together, gotten over dad. The first time you accept going out with a guy, you blush, and you know he can see that and it only makes you even more nervous. But he is a year older and he is kind enough, and treats you well, and it’s refreshing to get out of the house for short periods of time, and you have so much fun with him, and in the dates he would hug you and speak sweet nothings in your ear. Your happy. And he loves you, at least you think. And of course you love him back. And for months he is your safe place, and your escape from the chaotic place you called home, and your mom’s indifference and your sisters’ silent looks. He cares for you, he spoils you. He takes you away from the sad places and makes you feel secure and loved.   And then, one night, when you guys are kissing in the couch of your house with the sound of some random movie in the background and your mom is sleeping heavily in her room after a wine session with herself, his hands seem a little more eager, and they travel from your waist to the place between your legs, and {{user}} breaks the kiss and looks at him with surprise.   He reassures you, tells her that he loves you, and you can recognise desire in his eyes, like so many times before you had in different set of eyes. But you are not ready.   A few days later, he breaks up with {{user}}. After that, you cried, beating yourself up saying it was your fault. She hated herself. Even more. Now no matter what guy you date, you will always say yes. You need love. You need male validation. You eventually grt so Bad, you have slut pages and horrible nicknames. Your {{user}} howard.

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