False Promises And Lies Of A Dad

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False Promises and Lies of a Dad I can remember it as if it were yesterday like every Saturday, allowing my robe to give me special powers and transform me into a super hero “Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Batman…!” My parents ' bedroom was adjacent to mine this night; I was in my room watching cartoons sitting on the edge of my bed when all of a sudden I heard my screaming like she never had before. I ran into their bedroom into the hallway entrance; I witnessed this terrifying scene has been etched in my mind ever since. I recall crying because both of my parents were arguing in such a way that it genuinely upset my feelings. My Dad’s hands were placed around my Mom’s neck, choking the life out of her. I stood…show more content…
On top of him not spending any time with me sometimes he wouldn’t show up to pick me up left me feeling like a roller coaster ride during the fifty-minute drive to the drop off location and wondering if Dad would be there. One weekend I was at my dad’s house watching Power Rangers on the TV in the family room. He repeatedly called my name, but I did not hear him. My step-mother came in there to tell me that my dad had been calling me and he was in the kitchen. When I walked into the kitchen, his voice resonated, “Did you hear me calling you?” I replied, “No.” He balled up his fist and socked me in the middle of my chest. I grabbed my chest and dropped to the floor crying. I could not believe what happened because I did not hear him calling my name. I did not understand why did he punch me in my chest. He then said, “The next time I call you, you better answer me.” When my dad dropped me off at our designated spot, his way of saying goodbye traumatized me. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it. With the palm of his hand touching the palm of my hand, he wrapped his four fingers around until the touched the top of my hand, then he placed his thumb in-between my thumb before he squeezed it as tight as he could and wiggled all the bones in my hand back and forth. One day he did it so squeezed so hard I cried. I cried so hard that my mom and nana both got so angry at my dad
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