I hate my dad so dearly, like one would hate a corrupt dictator of his own land for years of injustice and cruelty. He is a stupid, closed minded and over bearing man and uses the excuse of fatherly love so ridiculously it has created the exact opposite. We have become arch enemies, me being the freedom fighter and him being the evil crowned king of the family.

But enough of the metaphors, this idiot may have loved me once, but you may have noticed I have taken care not to have the words “dad” and “love” in the same sentence. He has literally said I am his slave once, and I partially blame his accursed cultural background (which I will not mention in order to remain anonymous) for this. He insists upon a code of respect similar to that of which kings and queens of royal backgrounds receive, and throws childish tantrums and punishments when his demands are not fulfilled.

Sure this may not be enough, you’re probably thinking, for one to hate his father after “raising me lovingly through my childhood”, but what if the way he carried out this process was responsible for poor self-esteem and depression? His anger and ruthlessness is always so aggressive and full of hate, that the rare occasional gestures of kindness I receive always leave me feeling very awkward. And this has also somehow been twisted and interpreted as more disrespect for him, leaving him more frustrated and leading to one of many vicious circles between us.

Sure there may have been some nice things he has done through my life; the money, shelter, food, clothes, and at one time allowance as well, but it is nothing in comparison to the cruelty and ridiculous orders and lies, and the confusion, stress, guilt, and hopelessness, and despair I have been left to deal with and sort out all by myself.

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