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Revenge
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Straight Male / 49
Fuck You Dad!
From the ages of 6 to 18 my father would beat me. I mean physically abuse me and whip me with his belt.
If I got in trouble in school, said the wrong thing, or just looked at him funny he would go ape shit and beat the shit out of me.
He broke my arm once because I didn't take the yard as well as he wanted me to. He punched me and threw me down to the ground and broke my arm.
Another time I told him that I was bored one summer day because all my friends were on vacation and I had nobody to play with. He went into such a blind rage he took his belt and whipped my back so bad that I started bleeding through my shirt.
These are only a couple. There are way too many beatings to mention.
I hated the motherfucker! To get back at him I would do shit to his toiletries and fuck with his food.
He kept his toothbrush in the shower. I would pee on it everyday. I would piss in his special Rogaine Shampoo. I would wipe my ass with toilet paper but the second or third wipe would be with his towel.
He would order me to make him sandwiches. I would begrudgingly make the sandwich but then I would add my special ingredients... Loogies, boogers, pubic hair, dog food. He never once caught on. I would sit there and watch him take every bite. He ate like a fucking slob. He would have mayo all over his face, mustache, eyebrows. Is was a disgusting display. One time he screamed from the other side of the house to make him a sandwich. I was in the middle of jerking off to a porn mag. I unloaded in my hand. I then zipped up and proceeded to make his sandwich with mayo but of course the mayo had a little something extra. I mixed my jizz in the mayo real good and added a little hot sauce to mask it even more. He told me it was the best sandwich he ever had! Glad you enjoyed it, Dad!
By the time I was in my 20s getting ready to get married and move out, I was bigger and stronger than him. He had a bug up his ass about something. He tried to pick a fight with me and pulled his belt out on me. I threw him across the kitchen. I continue to punch his face in. Then I took the belt and whipped him like he whipped me!
After I got married he changed. He was an awesome grandfather. We seemed to now have a mutual respect for each other. But I can't get over the the psychological toll he inflicted on me. He scarred me for life.
He never once acknowledged all the beatings nor did he apologize. He has since passed and I had no feeling when he died. It didn't upset me. I think about him and always remind myself to never be like him with my own kids.
If I got in trouble in school, said the wrong thing, or just looked at him funny he would go ape shit and beat the shit out of me.
He broke my arm once because I didn't take the yard as well as he wanted me to. He punched me and threw me down to the ground and broke my arm.
Another time I told him that I was bored one summer day because all my friends were on vacation and I had nobody to play with. He went into such a blind rage he took his belt and whipped my back so bad that I started bleeding through my shirt.
These are only a couple. There are way too many beatings to mention.
I hated the motherfucker! To get back at him I would do shit to his toiletries and fuck with his food.
He kept his toothbrush in the shower. I would pee on it everyday. I would piss in his special Rogaine Shampoo. I would wipe my ass with toilet paper but the second or third wipe would be with his towel.
He would order me to make him sandwiches. I would begrudgingly make the sandwich but then I would add my special ingredients... Loogies, boogers, pubic hair, dog food. He never once caught on. I would sit there and watch him take every bite. He ate like a fucking slob. He would have mayo all over his face, mustache, eyebrows. Is was a disgusting display. One time he screamed from the other side of the house to make him a sandwich. I was in the middle of jerking off to a porn mag. I unloaded in my hand. I then zipped up and proceeded to make his sandwich with mayo but of course the mayo had a little something extra. I mixed my jizz in the mayo real good and added a little hot sauce to mask it even more. He told me it was the best sandwich he ever had! Glad you enjoyed it, Dad!
By the time I was in my 20s getting ready to get married and move out, I was bigger and stronger than him. He had a bug up his ass about something. He tried to pick a fight with me and pulled his belt out on me. I threw him across the kitchen. I continue to punch his face in. Then I took the belt and whipped him like he whipped me!
After I got married he changed. He was an awesome grandfather. We seemed to now have a mutual respect for each other. But I can't get over the the psychological toll he inflicted on me. He scarred me for life.
He never once acknowledged all the beatings nor did he apologize. He has since passed and I had no feeling when he died. It didn't upset me. I think about him and always remind myself to never be like him with my own kids.
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