• Cypher45@lemmy.dbzer0.com
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    3 days ago

    Lol same! One day I snapped when I was helping him fix some lights when he started yelling at me for doing something wrong instead of properly explaining to me how to do it (every single time he does this)

    And I stabbed him on the face with a screwdriver lol

    He had to get some stitches and I have never felt scared of him since.

    Edit: Oh and my mother and I left him after this.

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      2 days ago

      My problem was that my mother was worse than him. To give you a few examples through my life.

      I won a contest and ended up with a fairly expensive nick nack. It disappeared a year or so after hanging out on a shelf in my room. I spotted it a few years later at one of her friends house. I said hey thats mine but the lady got offended and said it certainly is not. Next time I was there it was gone.

      When I got married my ex’s grandmother let her use her grapes punch bowl. My mother stole it and we never got it back. I didn’t end up with any of my child hood things. Not my band jacket or any other award I ever received. I’m sure my sister will chunk it all in the trash. She is a chip off the old rotted block.