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- 88
Visited my dad today for the first time in a year. He lives alone and was already off on a bitchfit, criticizing me, blaming me for my sisters death, screaming about all the things Id done wrong in my life, my whole life, owe him money…My dads a chronic complainer. Hes probably mentally ill and hell never get any better. Hes incapable of anything due to multiple strokes so expects everyone to do his errands........ When he was done with his performance he finished with .........… 'and youre going to go down and get my Frito corn chips, when I say, cause I say it!!'
uh no,,, I wasnt.
I instead said "Fuck off into the wind, you authoritarian piece of shit"!
He threw a ceramic door stopper thing at me from across the room, he went back into his room and when he slammed the door, I kicked the wooden door with all my might and I broke a hole in it. hes a skinny guy, maybe 140b max, he was 6'2, now shrunk to 5'11", but still a bossy,, abusive fucker so I immediately kneed him in the gut and picked him up by the throat. held him against the dresser with his feet dangling in the air, choking his paper thin skin like Darth Vader. I looked in his eyes and saw nothing but murder, hate, rage. Maybe that was my eyes, but I was still going to kill him this time. He couldnt breathe and it felt like I was going to break his neck bones. I pushed him into the closet door and he fell and maybe smacked the back of his head on the floor cause he was dazed and his head went a little slack. Not going to lie, cause I did have some compassion for him sorta. I felt sorry for him and then he just started mouthing off again. I didnt want to punch him in the face this time. He was my dad. So I did nothing,,,, hesitated. I didnt crush his larynx, smash his nose into his brain or even gouge out his eyes. He recovered in a second, tried to stand up while punching at my leg so I choked him unconscious with a sleeper hold. The last thing I remember is my aunt telling me to 'stop it' and just 'get out'. In retrospek, I shoulda killed him. When his head hit the ground, I should have ended his threat to my life, permanently. Just another failure I regret, but cops never came.
uh no,,, I wasnt.
I instead said "Fuck off into the wind, you authoritarian piece of shit"!
He threw a ceramic door stopper thing at me from across the room, he went back into his room and when he slammed the door, I kicked the wooden door with all my might and I broke a hole in it. hes a skinny guy, maybe 140b max, he was 6'2, now shrunk to 5'11", but still a bossy,, abusive fucker so I immediately kneed him in the gut and picked him up by the throat. held him against the dresser with his feet dangling in the air, choking his paper thin skin like Darth Vader. I looked in his eyes and saw nothing but murder, hate, rage. Maybe that was my eyes, but I was still going to kill him this time. He couldnt breathe and it felt like I was going to break his neck bones. I pushed him into the closet door and he fell and maybe smacked the back of his head on the floor cause he was dazed and his head went a little slack. Not going to lie, cause I did have some compassion for him sorta. I felt sorry for him and then he just started mouthing off again. I didnt want to punch him in the face this time. He was my dad. So I did nothing,,,, hesitated. I didnt crush his larynx, smash his nose into his brain or even gouge out his eyes. He recovered in a second, tried to stand up while punching at my leg so I choked him unconscious with a sleeper hold. The last thing I remember is my aunt telling me to 'stop it' and just 'get out'. In retrospek, I shoulda killed him. When his head hit the ground, I should have ended his threat to my life, permanently. Just another failure I regret, but cops never came.
