First off, let me say this is not a medical issue. This is more of an emotional one.
Well, I'm just going dive right in.
I had a rough childhood. Not as rough as some, but rougher than others.
When I was little, my dad would antagonize and mock me.
Let me give you an example.
When I was little, I had a rabbit. My rabbit eventually died, as all things do. Now, having your pet die as a child can be tough. But it made it even tougher when my dad made up a song about it being dead. I won't go into details about the song, but it was a very mean song.
My dad would sing it until I would cry, and then tell me not to tell my mom about it, because it would ruin her day, and make them fight.
How incredibly messed up is that? What kind of FATHER, can sing a song about his own sons rabbit dieing, for the sole purpose of bringing his son to tears? And on top of that, then telling them that they are going to ruin their mothers day if they say anything?
Another time, I had gotten a "Karate video." I was very into martial arts at the time.
I was practicing along with the video, and doing kicks. My dad felt the need to mention that I wasn't doing it as good as them, and that I could only kick well with one leg. As a child, having a parent insult you is very damaging. I turned off the video, I didn't turn it back on.
Also, my parents were always fighting. Like, scream fighting. My dad is 6.2, and would do everything he could to intimidate us. If we did something he didn't like, he would take us into the bathroom and scream at us.
This was very terrifying as a kid. I remember shaking and crying. I also remember him then waking us up at 5 in the morning, apologizing and crying. He wouldn't let us go back to bed until we forgave him.
This was a daily routine.
I used to sleep with a knife at night, because I would hear them fighting, and thought he might hit her, so I wanted to be ready.
He moved out, moved back in, moved out, moved back in, ect. This happened 6 times. Every time he came back, he would say he was different. And he would be nice. He would act like a real father, and take me out to Gander mountain, we would go on walks, and just be a father and son.
But it didn't last. It hurt more and more every time he left, and came back.
Well, now I'm 17, and hes been gone for two years.
8 months ago, my mom got a call from a friend, saying her mom had cancer, and she had to go out of state to take care of her. So me, my mom, and sister, drove the 4 hours to her house, and have been taking care of her mentally handi capped sister, and farm for 8 months. We've been here this long because while down there, her father died.
Anyways, she lives on a farm. And I have been doing most of the outside care. Taking care of chickens, cutting wood, taking care of horses, cats, and the 5 acres of lawn.
Since we have been down here, I have changed as a person. I am no longer filled with boiling rage and hatred, I no longer am depressed, and no longer hate life.
But the best part has been that I have had to have no contact with my dad
I have had time to think and heal.
But now... Now we are two weeks away from going home. Back to the city, in between two apartments, with loud, annoying people, and back to the city where the house is, with so many bad memories, and, worst of all, my dad.
He doesn't live with us anymore, but I know he will come over occasionally, and I can't avoid him forever.
And I can already feel myself slipping back towards that angry person I was before. And I don't want that to happen. I don't EVER want to be that person again.
I feel completely, absolutely, 100 percent, lost. It seems like I have no options any more.
The whole thing that sparked this mellow dramatic rant was a video I watched of a dad taking his son hunting. They got a deer, and while I was watching it, I kept thinking "Why the hell didn't I end up with a dad like this?"
I can't help but feel incredibly cheated. I watch these kids with awesome dads, who teach them about shooting, hunting, and what it is to be a man.
I've had to teach myself everything. I learned how to shoot all on my own, how to skin animals all on my own, etc.
But now, I can't even find comfort in shooting anymore. My bow has become to small for me. I'm 6.3, and have a 31 inch draw. My bow is a 58 inch recurve. Now I just get angry whenever I shoot.
And you know what sucks the most? Every single guy my age has a girl friend, and they are going places.
But I can't get one, because I know I'm going to grow up to be nothing. I'm a screwed up person,who has serious emotional issues, and anger issues. No girl deserves to be with a guy with so many issues. I couldn't do that to someone.
Anyways... I'm really sorry about my long rant... But I feel like I am losing control. I need help, and advice, from real men.
So, thank you for reading this. I am very grateful