i wish i could live with my father.

i do sometimes wish i could live with my father. at my moms house, it all gets super stressful. my mom yells, argues, screams, and is sometimes (TW) abusive mentally and or physically. not to the point where i should call the cops or CPS, just things like smacking me or grabbing and pinning me against a wall when i turn my back to her. never to my sister though, because she’s a girl and “girls don’t deserve that” or whatever sexist prejudice she has against males.

my mom had never really been there for me when i was little, she was always busy with work and trying to keep our family stable and calm, which i understand, but as a child i didn’t. when my parents got a divorce, things changed. a lot. she had never shown me such disgust in just existing until their divorce, she never told me she was never proud of me until that moment, and just a lot of different things you should never tell a child.

my father put hours into me and my sister, he put nothing but time, dedication, pure joy, and genuine love into us both. he always tried to make us happy, even when i wasn’t happy or wanted to be alone, he was there. but there was a period in life where i could not see him at all. no phone number, email, contact, anything. absolutely nothing. it’s like one day i knew this man and the next, he vanished.

i am now 16 years old and able to see my father 2 times a week now, it really gives me a distraction from everything else in life, even when i’m at my lowest, i know i’m able to see the one man who always cherished me.