“It’s too late for him to do anything now and I never want to see him again”

My childhood was one of the worst memories I have in my mind. It started when I was very young, around 5-ish. I could still remember the incident vividly as if it happened yesterday. My sister and I were in the lounge room and she accidentally broke a vase. My father asked who did it and my sister pointed her finger towards me and accused me of the wrongdoing. He then reacted very impulsively and whipped me with his belt. I cried and tried to explain to him about the situation but he refused to ‘listen’ to me. He belted me again and again…

Time passed… I held this grudge for quite some time and I tried not to think about it. One day, I wanted to ask my father something and this was when I was about 7 or 8 years old. I went to him and poked him gently with my little finger and I asked him politely. He was doing something at that time, and he got up from his chair and gave me a few slaps, and started beating me with his hands. What have I done wrong? Why? I didn’t know what my grandparents were thinking when I told them about this incident, and they didn’t seem to care at all. I was deeply hurt…
Another incident was inside the car when we were on our way back home from a shopping mall. I have no idea why he started a vigorous argument with my mum and he abused her in front of me and my sister. Everything was fine before and he just suddenly went crazy. My mum was shattered and she said nothing because she’s a weak lady and she always listened to my father. Again, I told my grandparents about this incident but they did nothing. How did he get away from all these terrible mistakes without learning his lessons? This is utterly unfair to all of us – my mum, my sister and myself. I have seen him lying to his parents, my mum, police officers, and strangers about many things.

These memories make me sick when I think about it. I don’t want to have anything to do with him and I hate him. I hate him for what he and his parents have done to me. My heart was broken into too many pieces and there’s no way to repair it. It’s too late for him to do anything now and I never want to see him again.

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