I’m putting this out there because I feel like I need someone to tell me if I’m right or not. There are people who have it way worse than I do, and I’m extremely aware of that, but I need someone to tell me whether I’m right or not.
I’m a freshman in high school, and I’ve always considered myself to be relatively mature for my age, so whilst looking back on my life, I decided to reflect on my relationship with my dad.
He’s not a bad person, per say, he’s not an alcoholic, he doesn’t do drugs, he’s not involved in anything illegal, and as far as I’m aware; he’s never hit my mom or anyone else in my family.
However, when I was younger he had a habit of “disciplining” me, he would hit me with his belt a few times, then send me to a corner for a time-out. I was 5.
He stopped when I turned 6 and we moved somewhere else, but for as long as I can remember, he and my mom would argue about something. Everyday they would have at least one argument over whatever. It would usually end in my mom crying and my dad being angry for the rest of the afternoon.
I used school and the Internet as my forms of escape, they were the few times of day I didn’t have to worry about my parents yelling, or me defending my mom from my dad. From a young age, I was taught that I should never cry, because I didn’t have a reason to, why should I, after all? My dad has a good job, we’re not poor, or starving, and he doesn’t hit us. Why should I be sad or angry? That would just mean I was an ungrateful, spoiled brat.
That’s how I always thought of things, until I recently started educating myself abou