What the fuck! Why did I end up being adopted by some over bearing, stupid, mean, cold, cruel, abusive ogre? Why couldn’t it have been some nice guy or perhaps someone who was a little bit disinterested in us and was a workaholic. He would’ve just sort of left us alone to deal with our own issues and maybe be involved on the weekends or something. But instead, it had to be some hyper abusive piece of shit. I don’t know why he turned out like he did. Everyone is beneath him and no one is good enough for him. If you’re smarter than he is, and that’s not hard, you’re a pompous asshole, or worse. I have absolutely no idea how he became the ‘person’ he is. Grandma and grandpa didn’t abuse him. He grew up moving from place to place and working on farms, but that’s what people did during the 50s. Grandma and grandpa treated him well there was no reason for him to be hyper abusive with us or aggressive or mean or cruel. Unfortunately, out of the hundreds of thousands of millions of potential males on the planet in 1969 that would’ve been available to adopt me why him? Why that piece of shit? Why does he have to walk into my life?
After years of abuse, at this point I’ve walked out of his. I don’t give a shit. I don’t care. it’s too little too late. The problem is that I love my mother and want to see her. He’s in the house. He’s always in the house. He doesn’t do anything. He sits and reads the same damned Zane Grey novels that he’s read for the past 30 years. He never leaves. It’s like a weight or a damper on top of everything. I really want to see my mother but he’s there and I don’t want to see him. He reminds me of everything that’s bad about humanity.
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