An Open Letter To My Psychologically Abusive Father

Day after day you would make snarky remarks and stabs at me. You would even talk about how much of a failure I was to friends and family and I would hear your words come back around. “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me” does not apply here; you threw me back in the black hole I finally escaped from.

My Parents Don’t Love Me

Dad took me by the arm and shoved me onto the floor. He started kicking me. He kicked, and kicked, and kicked. Each time I would try to get up he would push me back onto the ground. He kept repeating, “You know I can kick you, you’re not so old that you can’t be disciplined. I can kick you, I can kick you”.