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My father makes me feel like hell. I can't stand him. He is ignorant and I am pretty sure that he has a low IQ. He is the kind of idiot who you can never reason with. He always ends up with his back against the wall in a conversation, and then he starts to attack your person instead of developing his argument or try to make a point. So so so frustrating. I HATE HIM.

But I cannot even stand him in my vicinity, or even here his voice even if he is not directly interacting with me. I think I want him blocked out of my life. Unfortunatley I still live in my parents house because of the high rent and property prices where I live.

I can tolerate my mother, but I loath my father. I really do.

I am 31 years old. I have held 25 jobs since the age of 15. I have been hospitalized in a psych hospital more than 20 times. In my late teens/early 20s, I became obsessed with finding another virgin to lose my virginity to. I lost my virginity at age 20 to a 16 year old young woman, and later I was arrested and convicted of stalking after trying to desperately and pathetically win her love. I ended up losing my EMT license after the entire ordeal. Then I went into software engineering and because I became desperate after trying to find a woman without a romantic past (after realizing being a woman's first love was more important than taking her virginity), I managed to get myself into an even more troublesome situation. I ended up getting kicked out of the software engineering community and being blacklisted all around town.

I finally managed to find the love of my life, and we are now married. We are each other's first real relationship. I regret all my stupidity from the past, but how as it stands, I am 31 years old and barely leave the house. Now I just collect disability.

I never had anyone have my back, growing up, and i recognized that my lack of allies meant I'd be seen as an easy target, so I got really big, and I'd never fight fair.

For instance, one kid started a fight with me and threw a few punches, I smashed my elbow into his jaw as hard as I could and threw him down. As he got up, I lifted my right leg up and stomped his face onto the wood floor as hard as I could, forcing him to lay there.

Needless to say, nobody put their hands on me again for quite a while when they saw that. I did this because I felt if I can't protect myself with numbers, if I engage in such cruel methods of self defense which leave the opponent hurt so much worse than me, people will be too afraid of me to try that again.

Medication I had to take to survive also made my fingernails grow very fast, I used this to my advantage. For instance, one girl tried to cut the line to sign out for the bathroom. She grabbed the pen, I sank my nails deep into her hand and slid them down, forming a gash in her hand. This made her let go and recoil, calling me insane as she observed her bleeding hand.

I hated this girl all my life, she had a big mouth and thought she could screw with me because she was tall, this incident reminded her that while she's 6'1", she weighed well under 100 pounds and I was already 180 pounds and lean at that point.

I did this because I believed i could never let anyone have even the tiniest little inch, or others will see it and think I'm an easy target cause I had no friends. She tried to cut me in front of the class, so I stood up for myself and let it be known to everyone that I will not tolerate even the smallest bit of messing with me.

As for those who tried to physically bully me, I never bothered fighting fair, I'd claw at their eyes with my long, curved fingernails if I was in a headlock. On many cases, I put my nails into their eyes before they let go, horrified at my brutal methods. How did you do?

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?