So my mum and dad went their separate ways. And in came ‘the man she left my dad for’ let’s just call him Mr E (e for evil)
To say me and my sister hated him would be an understatement.
Here is what you need to know about him:
- He controlled everything and anything
- He was always right
- His way or no way
- Quick to anger
- He’s a ‘nice guy’ (that’s the quote he spends his life saying)
- Mum should cover up her body and do all the house work
- Oh and so should the kids while he dose 0%
- Your best is never good enough
I can’t list the names he called me. Well I can I just don’t want to.
I know what I’ve been through isn’t as bad as what it could’ve been. Or nearly as bad as what others have been through but it still hurts . It hurts me more than you can imagine.
There was this one time where I was around 13 wars old and my younger sister (let’s call her Lay) went down stairs to talk to her father (Mr E)
[Yes my mother had this mans child]
Now I was sat on my bed with head phones in when I could hear shouting, this was a usual thing in our household. Me being nosey, I quietly left the room to go listen. I was discreetly leaning over the banasters so that I could hear what they were saying. They were arguing over Lay doing enough work.
And he just lost it, as he usually does.
Mr E: GET UP STAIRS NOW AND DO IT!
Lay: NO! I’ve been working all day and I just wanna go bed. *the moment Mr E snaps completely*
All I see next is her turn and try to run up the stairs, but we have a baby gate at the bottom as we have a dog and she trips on the first step and started fumbling with the lock as he takes his belt off, I hear her shout “NO! I’LL GO UP AND DO IT NOW! No please!” and he hits her. Again and again and again. And I do nothing but watch. Because I am selfish and think ‘stay quite or it’ll be you next’
She slowly walks up the stairs and I ask the stupid question ‘are you okay?’
She doesn’t even cry any more
Lay: “yeah I’m used to it now.”
She was 7 years old. And I didn’t help, I never did. I was never as brave as my older sister Victoria. She always defended me and stuck up for me and I hate that I was too scared to do it for Lay.
It’s on my list of reasons why I hate myself