From the ages of 10 to 16, it felt as if I was living under the reign of a dictator. DICKtator as I called him.
Alcohol consumed his life and mine. From taking my door off of the hinges, to throwing temper tantrums, and keeping me home from school or sports for discipline, this was my “father figure".
My family was stuck in a situation that was hard to get out of.
He was aggressive, controlling, and a liar. Nobody knew of the abuse that was going on behind closed doors.
My mother’s ex-boyfriend always said I would never forget him and I would someday thank him for all that he did “for” me. The only thing I can thank him for is what he did TO me. He only showed me how strong I am.