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I used to have a depressed bipolar and strange step dad I have nothing against depression or bipolar and strange people But this guy made me hate humanity He was munipulative and agressive He would beat us and then tell my mum it was an accident We were only 4-9 years old, we weren't going to speak up. The thing that gets me is that he managed to get my mother to love him so much, that no matter what he did She would believe his lies She would choose him over us I actually hated her at one stage But one day we come home and hes gone. Pills are laying on the bed Alot of them. And half of the packages were empty. My mum freaked She stayed up all night worrying And worrying And worrying About that piece of **** When finally at four in the morning One of her calls is finally answered by his phone Its a woman that answers She says "hello" "Oh uh okay, let me get him for you." "Baby theres someone on the phone for you" My mum hangs up before she talks to him.. The ******* **** faked his own death to run away with another woman And if I ever see him again Id be glad to beat the **** out of him My mum was like pretty upset for a year but moved on after that It was hard for her It was hard for everyone But Im pretty glad hes out of our lives now.
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May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
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I used to have a depressed bipolar and strange step dad I have nothing against depression or bipolar and strange people But this guy made me hate humanity He was munipulative and agressive He would beat us and then tell my mum it was an accident We were only 4-9 years old, we weren't going to speak up. The thing that gets me is that he managed to get my mother to love him so much, that no matter what he did She would believe his lies She would choose him over us I actually hated her at one stage But one day we come home and hes gone. Pills are laying on the bed Alot of them. And half of the packages were empty. My mum freaked She stayed up all night worrying And worrying And worrying About that piece of **** When finally at four in the morning One of her calls is finally answered by his phone Its a woman that answers She says "hello" "Oh uh okay, let me get him for you." "Baby theres someone on the phone for you" My mum hangs up before she talks to him.. The ******* **** faked his own death to run away with another woman And if I ever see him again Id be glad to beat the **** out of him My mum was like pretty upset for a year but moved on after that It was hard for her It was hard for everyone But Im pretty glad hes out of our lives now.
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May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
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