Just finished a nearly two hour call where I stood up to...my abusive father. He tried to call me a coward for breaking down about my sitch, I countered and told him that I will cry because it hurts and I WILL get stronger. He said I was weak and subservient to W when he visited, I countered that it was a choice I made because I wanted to help out. He said that I was forced to change my D4, I countered HARD by saying that due to the traumatic circumstances of my D4’s birth and her intestinal problems I was eternally grateful to get the chance to change her and clean up her poop. D4 could have died due to intestinal issues.
He threw punch after punch. He blamed my W for this sitch, and I countered saying I had a role in it as well. Six times. He tried to bait me a 7th time and I told him that I was done talking about it.
I have never spoke to him like...a man like this before. And I went toe to toe with him. My abusive father. And I stood up to him. Repeatedly.
This is a major accomplishment.
I busted my abusive relationship with my father. I stood up to him. Like a man.
