A nightmare in disguise
Growing up I always thought of my father as my hero and that nothing could ever harm me as long as he was around. I was right about being safe from others but I wasn’t safe from him and his rage, his name calling, his threats, etc. I used to joke around with everyone saying my dad is crazy. However, I learned the hard way that he in fact was crazy. It wasn’t until I was 22 or so holding my 2 year old little sister watching my father wave a loaded gun around at us and my little sister’s mother that I realized something was terribly wrong. I’m lucky we are all still alive today. If it wasn’t for my ex calling the police I don’t know what would of became of my little sister, her mom and myself. We most likely would of ended up dead. At 24 years old imI still learning that what my father did to me as a child and even as an adult was wrong. I haven’t had contact with him in 2 years but I’m still healing from his abuse. It’s not easy however I will no longer be a victim but a survivor.