I just slapped him once or twice, when he didn't let go of her arm. I mean, there's nothing much you can do. It's still your father. Although my dad hasn't hurt me physically, he has hurt and scarred me mentally, and I hate him for that. But in a way, I also still love him because in the end he's still my dad, one of the people who made me. My friend said that, eventhough it wasn't alike, I probably did know what she was going through. Because her dad broke her with his actions, my dad broke me with his words. Still, I think it's worse in her case. But she's pretty happy now, and is really holding on to that happiness.
23-Sep-2004