No one came
The story
Fuck. FUCK, MAN. Just. Fuck.
I can't.. I just need to get some of this out. Its drowning. Memories man. Feelings. Old and new.
I remember mother and father fighting and the violence of it. He'd had enough, himself no better a place than us. A house of terror. No one was safe. But he's the protector. He's supposed to be the one with power, with Command. He's supposed to be the strong one. All the machismo falls away
She's broken him, at least then. He left. I cower in the corner. This is where it all began, where she gave herself permission to become the evil she did. I should have left. He turns to me, I'm on the balcony. Mom says she will kill me if I leave the house. I believe her. He remarks on her begininning drug habits, her whoring
I cry out for him. He turns and says "Don't worry my son!" he says it in Spanish. Our mother tongue.
"I'll come back for you! I'll come back for you!!!"
He doesn't. Not hard enough. Years go by, all alone alone. She does it all. I see it all. He knew enough, they all knew. the distant ones. No help, but they knew. he promised me he promised me, and now I struggle. now I'm broken and alone. wh didn't you come back for me dad? God damn you. Damn us all. I lost everything because of them. Left to die with her. Somehow lived. But I'm dead anyways, inside. Breathe in and out. Just need to breathe. God help me. I forgive him. I forgive my dad. He was broken too. But responsibility. parents responsibility. no excuse. his responsibility. should have done anything, even kill her. Wouldn't let my son suffer as I did. I'd never. they knew they knew what she was doing and they left me. God why did they leave me
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How did you cope for so long?
coping?
Honestly, man, I'm baffled; how could your mom even threaten to kill you if you left the house?
Be baffled then
Did he return?
Whoa, man, that's intense... I feel you on that pain. It's like the whole world leaves you hanging when you need them the most, right? Those feelings of betrayal and abandonment can weigh so heavily, especially when it's your parents, who are supposed to be your rock. But damn!!! It's crazy how those early memories stick with us and mess with our heads even years later. You know what bugs me? How the ones who knew just stood by... like they could've stepped in!! Seen it in families before…the cycle repeating over generations. It’s a lot to carry alone; send strength your way 🙏!
Your story makes me think about how complicated family dynamics can be, and it's hard to fully understand the weight of it all when you feel abandoned like that.
Sounds like a rough past… :-/
same thing here
it's crazy how common this is, right?
I can't imagine the kind of pain you're going through. I think many people have faced similar issues and it's tough. The blame, it seems to fall heavy on your father for not coming back.
But maybe he was dealing with his own demons? It's hard to perceive what goes on in someone else's mind and why they decide to act or not act. It's just heartbreaking all around.
Memories can be hauntin’, right? It’s like your brain just replays scenes from a horror movie you never wanted to star in! The fact that you're still here, kickin', speaks volumes about your resilience. 💪 Pisses me off how people sometimes say "it was different back then" as an excuse... Like really?! But hearing his promise to come back in your native language cuts deep; holding on for someone who never returns messes with trust forever. It's brutal, but don't let their failures define who you are now.
This story just sounds incredibly painful and lonely. The cycle continues until someone breaks it and that's so challenging when it's only one person fighting against so many odds.
Man, that is some heavy stuff you're carrying. It's wild how parents can be so blinded by their own chaos they forget their kids are living it too, ya know? You've got a right to feel all those things and damn if it doesn't sound like a real horror show you lived through. Sometimes I think about how people say time heals everything, but honestly, does it ever really heal the deep shit or just make us numb to it? Anyway, props to you for even being able to write this out — takes guts to confront the demons of your past when they've been haunting you for so long; hope somewhere along the line you find a way to claw back some peace.
exactly my dad too!
i mean really what do u want us to say you feel bad ok we get that. but look sometimes life gets crappy its not everyones fault always maybe ur dads broken too deal with ur present bro the past is gone no need to drown in it u know fight ur way up who else will if u dont get real man stand up for real face life now
your story hit me hard. my mom was really rough on me too growing up and just reading this brings so much back. i totally get it man, stay strong!