as far back as i can remember, he was a great man, my dad. as the years drew on he became more lazy, less interested. he would take me to soccer training only because he HAD to, he used to force me to play in a higher division every year to make up for the fact that he dropped soccer when he was 17. so to spite him, i dropped soccer because that was his dream, not mine.
ever since the seperation, it's been much better. my mum hardly screams and she SMILES now.
i only see 'him' to please my mum because apparently i need a father figure in my life. which is a load because anyone thatt would do that to my mum does not deserve my time.
as i watch from the sidelines, i see my brother turning against my mum and siding with him but darling benedetto sardisco II has always been the sardisco family's favourite. when it was just me and him i would always be second best. now we have marcus my first cousin and he just gets plain shafted by his grandparents on the sardisco side.
my family's fucked.
i need to work on my anger.
i remember one day after work with 'him' we were fighting as we usually did so i got out of the car. he followed me out and a few words were exchanged until the time where he got in my face. my eyes saw red, my brain clicked to kill and i pushed him back and punched him to the side of his head. he dropped and so i went down with him and just unleashed my unholy pent up fury on him, by the end of it my hands were aching and bleeding and his face was gashed like fuck.
since then, the extent of our conversations are hello and goodbye. i have no time for him and it looks like he doesnt have time for me either. always with his loyal son benny. that fucking judas, after all mums done for him. he turns around and fucks her over. if he loves his dad so much why doesnt he go live with the dickhead?
i have more, but that shall wait for a later date. till then. stay sane
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