Tuesday, 14 July 2015
11:30:39 PM (GMT)
My therapist doesn't even fucking know how I fucking live in the same
house with my dad. Literally every time I talk to her she's baffled at how I'm even
surviving in this environment.
My dad is basically a nightmare. He's the worst parent, the worst Christian, a
racist, sexist, Islamophobic, homophobic, transphobic, insensitive, ignorant, angry,
selfish, self-righteous asshole.
He's constantly guilt tripping me for everything under the sun. He's pissed because I
have $700 in hospital bills. NEVER MIND THE FACT THAT I STOPPED GOING EVEN WHEN THE
DOCTOR RECOMMENDED I GET MORE TESTS DONE BECAUSE I KNEW MY DAD WAS GOING TO FREAK THE
FUCK OUT ABOUT THE BILLS.
Fuck this shit, man.
I shouldn't even consider him my parent. I should not, and do not, even really
consider him a Christian. Christians grow, Christians learn, Christians seek God.
Christians do not think they have everything figured out, they do not
think they are the standard that everyone has to measure up to, they do not condemn
those who are not like them, they do not treat people like lepers.
My dad does not know God, he does not know Jesus, he does not know love.
I can't fucking live here.
I am not treated like a person.
No one respects me.
And I have to listen to my dad walk around the house literally screaming in
anger because he just found out that transgender people are going to be allowed
into the military. How fucking dare he. When someone is willing to die to
protect our country, you shut your whore mouth and you respect them.
You shut. Your fucking. Whore mouth. And you fucking. Respect them.
I'm literally ready to throw up because our entire house stinks like bullshit from
all of the crap that just came out of his mouth.