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I've done some thinking and I've realized that my parents never raised me. They provided all the time but they didn't teach me things, spend time with me and when they did, my father never had 1 nice word, and when I say not 1 nice word, I mean not 1 nice word.

Every time, he scolds me over the tiniest thing and side-eye's at me, praying he finds something to scold me for again.

My mom is entirely submissive to him and joins in, despite her actually showing that she cares for me, unlike my dad who if my mom left him, would've been more than happy to leave me and my brother to fend for ourselves.

For this reason, it has been 16 years since I ate at a dinner table with them. I always took food to my room to avoid my fathers threats to beat me, him yelling at me me to shut up when I asked how his day was, and since my mom always got home hours after he did, he could treat me as bad as he wanted.

Once I grew and started going to the gym, his threats stopped. But his scolding remains, I dream of punching him in the face and telling him he's the worst father in the world.

I'm at my wits end with my father, I hate being around him, he's angry, he never says one nice thing and he's even gone as far as to ask my mother if I even need my medicine for my Cystic Fibrosis.

I am only just now realizing on my own, all that I missed out on from them giving up on me making it to 20 years old when I was born with Cystic Fibrosis. I love my mother, she's stood by me through everything but she just didn't have it in her to raise me at all.

She never even tried to raise me, she just insulted me until I was too big. And once I became a gun owner, he became afraid of me.

He should be, he pressed his hand against my head, calling me an embarrassment of a son and warning me not to test him as his breath reeked of beer one night camping when I was 11. If he did that again now, I'd show him who the weak one always was: Him

Did your parents raise you?

I used to be quite a handful with teachers. My closed off behavior left school super boring, so I had to compensate.

More so in middle school, I wrote on the board in band class a lot in the morning before class, sometimes he'd get mad, sometimes he didn't.

When he started just erasing the whole words when I started erasing letters to change what it said on the board.

Like where it said "low brass", I'm sure you can guess which two letters I erased. He then erased the 3 letter word I'd created, so now it just said "low".

He hoped this tactic of depriving me of bad words to create, I'd stop. One night on a concert, I reiterated I wouldn't stop by rewriting the 3 letter word I created😂

The next day, he'd erased both words, he glared but try as he might, he never did very well, hiding the smile tugging at his lips when I did this.

I see now how inconsiderate and immature this all was and how it's really not funny to mess with teachers and make their already stress filled day more stressful by dealing with people who don't act their age.

This case though, it still makes me laugh cause it was the moment he realized I'd always find a way to act ridiculous 😂

Did you mess with teachers? Also, did you laugh at my story? It's okay to hit yes, nobody knows!