
Originally Posted by
Kohtiko
Meh.
When I was young (probably 3-4) my Dad used to hit me, usually multiple times per day. My Mum used to work day shifts meaning she'd leave for work before I woke up and didn't come home until I was usually in bed.
This went on for a couple of years, until I was about 6 and one day my Mum felt ill and left work early, but didn't let my Dad know beforehand. When she got home she heard me crying upstairs, he said I had just fallen down the stairs, so as a parent she came up to comfort me. That's when she saw me hiding under my quilt and upon removing it found a massive red hand mark down the side of my face.
My Dad was a gigantic man and honestly, his hand was probably the size of my head, if not larger.
Well, after that she instantly went downstairs, screamed at my Dad to get the hell out of the house. He didn't question it, he just got up and left and that was the end of that.
Obviously I hate the man to death because of it, even though upon returning to Wales about 4 years ago, I wanted to meet him again, although he had cut off all contact he had with me, so whatever.
If he had tried any of that shit around me today, I can assure that I wouldn't have stood there and taken it. It's just a shame that I couldn't fight back at that age like I could have done now, and honestly, if I ever see anyone physically harming anyone around me, I can ensure you that I won't take that shit for a second. It'll just spark the rage that I have against my Dad now.