Oh I dunno why I'm even typing. Lying in the dark in my childhood bed crying my eyes out. Came home to parents house where I'm staying over Christmas - had a few drinks but definitely not drunk. Walked in to mum and dad having a row. No change there.
Dad has been violently abusive since I can remember; and continues to be.
I accidentally dropped my handbag in the kitchen, didn't make a terrible lot of noise but it set the dog off barking. Dad rushes in. Grabs me. I tried to apologise. Shakes me. Mum has had to trail him off me. Yet again. And here I am. Miles away from my own home, crying in bed like a child.
I'm 25 years of age. Dad has form for this; about two months ago he punched me and made me sit on "the naughty step" (the stairs) and laughed at me and called me a 6 year old.
Only child. Only come to see my mum - she likes the break from him. But fuck me. I am gutted. Thought it'd change at 18. Then at 21. But here I am, at 25..terrified of my dad
Merry Christmas :(