There once was a man. He had a hard life and it had embittered him. He was one of six children, fathered by a stern and godly man and his alcoholic wife. When he was young he ran away from home to join the military and be with a girl, but she betrayed him and their four children. She had claimed he had raped her and their daughters and demanded money and that he leave so she can raise her children with other men. He left. He wandered the country searching to find belonging as we all do. He found more comfort in alcohol than he did when he was young. He eventually returned to the state he left his family, leaving a trail of slime in his wake as he attempted to fill the void that girl left. He took a job at a local power plant, finally having severed ties to the military. Time goes on and the man climbs the latter until one day he met a girl he liked that worked directly under him and promptly knocked her up. The girl never wanted children. The man didn't want to be a father again. Above all else, they feared god, and they kept their daughter. They married with a shotgun placed squarely between his shoulders by the girls' father, and a belly nine months pregnant. Their daughter was wild and full of life. Time continues to pass, the girl becomes a full time mother, and the man takes on a new role at a new job: Correctional Officer. This was where the man thrived. His anger could be concentrated and unleashed with the pretense of providing for his family. He gloated of his endeavors against men bigger than he, but he would never tell you that he never once fought fair. They have another child. A boy. A difficult and painful birth that fell on the date the Branch Davidians were disbanded and their leader dead. A cursed child that got stuck. This child tore his mother to the 4th degree and had his scalp nearly removed by the suction being applied to the top of its head. For the first ten years of its life it bore a hairless mark upon the top of its head roughly the size of a silver dollar, which drew the attention of cruel children, of course. His first memory was lying at the bottom of stairs because his sister couldn't stand the thought of sharing attention. Neglect is what happened. His next memory was being burned on the face by a cigarette. Not intentionally, they just weren't aware of his presence. His last memory for now would be pulling a scalding coffee pot off the counter and onto himself. Apparently, when a toddler receives a third degree burn on their arm, the wound needs to be treated periodically, and an amnesiac is administered to keep trauma at a minimum. All that remains from that point in life is the smell. The family eventually moves to a new home together. The father is tyrannical and abusive, the mother makes excuses to the children. The daughter beats the boy. The father rapes the daughter. The mother attempts to kill herself and is sent away. The kids are left alone with him. The daughter defends the boy. The father rapes the boy. The mother cheats her way out "save them." Instead, she teams up with the father and begins beating the daughter. The daughter begins to self harm and is sent away. The daughter is villainized for nearly twenty years for her supposed lie. The boy is angry and medicated and underdeveloped. Adderall took his teeth. thought it fixed him. The mother is dependent on him. The father drinks and lies. The mothers death approaches and the boy, now an adult, tries to take care of her while fighting the fathers attempts to undermine him. The father was drunk every time the ambulances came. He punched the boy when the mother fell out of bed for pushing him out of the way as he attempted to drunkenly drag her frail body back into bed. The father tried to convince the mother to buy him an RV instead of seeking treatment so she could die with him-alone- because fuck everyone else and fuck her too I guess. He tried to drive a wedge between the boy and his own wife, as she made him question his father. He called the police when he told the boy it was his fault when she died and he rightfully got socked for it. He made them drive in a foot of snow in a smart car without hesitation. The father will to this day claims he has never done anything wrong. The man sits and drinks and lies and will outlive us all.
He locked my mothers ashes in his bedroom to keep for himself. My sister still chooses to keep in contact with him because she's convinced that he's family and indispensable because he's our father, but I see him as our rapist and tormenter first. He caused so many fights between my mother and I when I should have just been good to her. One of the fights he started and fled from led to her disowning me not a couple days before she died. The day she died? "Bad day" That's it. That's the only info I got from him from the hospital while she was still alive. I hate my father.