Life has taught me to be cautious, to be vigilant, always on my guard; but more than life itself, it has been the situations I have experienced since childhood that made me mature quickly, transforming me from a child into an adult in a short space of time.
I think I spoke of him once, a long time ago, but perhaps not in the way I will today. A dangerous person in another’s life can cause many dangerous situations in which one cannot live in peace and in which one must be on guard as if something bad were always lurking.
From childhood I learnt to live with or cope with this, and I am talking about one person in particular: my father. Before, I couldn’t speak of him without bursting into tears; today I can.
My father is an evil, dark, dangerous man; he inflicts psychological abuse and can inflict indirect physical violence. I shall try to be brief, though it is difficult. When I was little, the psychiatrist told my mother that my father had a split personality disorder. Outside the house he was a gentleman, but inside he was a demon. He also told her to lock away the knives and to leave him, saying he would testify against him in court.
He abandoned his parents and let them die, and he did the same to his aunt, my godmother. He is a murderer by omission, through neglect, and his god is money.
But having experienced it first-hand, I can tell you that he is an evil person and loves being so; he loves seeing others unhappy, tormenting and hurting people in every way possible.
The first dangerous situation I remember was when I was five years old. He cornered me against the wall, shouting at me because he wanted to know where my mother was, and she was at a nursery school meeting. He shouted at me terribly and called me a liar. I think that’s why I detest shouting, abuse and lies.
That day, at the age of 5, I became an adult; I talked back to him, I stood up to him… and my father is 1.90 metres tall and I was so small, I wasn’t afraid of him, I was just defending my mother and myself from that demon. That incident, like others I experienced, such as when he tried to hit my mother with a chair, made me grow up quickly, to be strong, to be alert, to be wary and cautious. I was never afraid of him; I felt that something was watching over me.
When my mother managed to separate from my father and obtain full custody, he disappeared because my mother never asked him for money and he never gave any. But he kept a watchful eye on us. Phone calls with terrifying breathing, harassing us with people who called us, and much more. That’s how my whole life was. But I was never afraid of him.
It’s true, I had neither a childhood nor a teenagehood; I went straight into adulthood without going through those stages. I had to stay alert and look after my little brother.
Just over eight years ago, my godmother, my father’s aunt, the woman who raised him, passed away. Whilst she was still alive, she had drawn up a will in which I was named as the heir to half of her estate. When her Alzheimer’s was not yet advanced, my mother begged her to remove me from the will, for my own good, to protect my life. Because my father considered everything my godmother owned to be his; she had land. And if he found out that I was to inherit, my life would be in grave danger. But I wasn’t afraid; my family was.
My brother told me: ‘If you’re an heir, you won’t be able to go out on your own,’ and my mother said, ‘I’d rather you were on your own in Spain than here in such danger’ (the plan to leave Argentina was already in place, but for financial reasons, not because of my father). All this because we didn’t know what my godmother had done. Fortunately, she listened to my mother and annulled the will; we only found that out after going through the paperwork and making enquiries.
All these situations made me strong, brave and self-confident, and although it was difficult at first, it later helped me overcome many things in life and face whatever might happen, because my father always picked on the weak and the cowards; if you stood up to him, it was a different story. That’s how I learnt to face life and stand up for myself.
This is the topic I’ve chosen from among the fascinating topics @galenkp has suggested for this week; I invite you all to take part.
Thank you all so much for joining me today. I hope you have a lovely weekend. See you soon.
Amonet.
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You've been a strong personality right from childhood and that's quite commendable. Not many children would have stood up to their dad at such a tender age and you did.
It's nice that you are now free from him now and can live your best life. Wishing you all the best.
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!BBH
I had to face it; there were risks, but I had to do it. And it made me stronger. Thank you very much!
Good morning @avdesing. I have already told you this on other occasions... no girl deserves to learn this way.
A very big hug!!
That's true, you're right. Thanks!🤗
Thank you always, and thank you for also sharing these that I understand are little or not at all pleasant for you. 🤗🤗
They’re not exactly pleasant, but they’re part of life and might help someone else – you never know who might be reading this. Thanks again.🤗
Thanks to you, you are a sun. See you tomorrow again.
Happy Saturday. 🤗
See you tomorrow!!! Have a great Saturday!!!🤗👋
😊👋
Good morning, dear friend @avdesing.
I had a childhood similar to yours; my father was extremely jealous of my mother. And when he drank, he transformed; in that state, he was capable of anything, he even tried to kill my mother with a knife. I also had to grow up too fast. No child should have to go through something like that. I'm so sorry life has been so hard on you.
Have a wonderful weekend.
Hugs to the whole family.
My father didn’t drink; he was – and still is – just that wicked, and he’s hurt far too many people. Life takes some strange turns. Thanks, Luis! And it’s true – no child should have to go through what we both went through.
Hello, Amonet.
I admire your personality and how strong you were as a child to stand up to your father like that.
I can't believe you had such a cruel father; I can't even imagine the ordeal your life must have been. It saddened me greatly to hear about it.
I hope you're having a wonderful weekend.
So make the most of your grandparents and your childhood – enjoy every moment, because they won’t come back!! Thanks, Abi!
I’m so sorry you had to go through that 😢. A big hug, Avecilla.
Life teaches us in many different ways. My soul has chosen this for a reason. Thank you!🤗
I’m thinking right now about the things I chose myself… (that is, my soul).
Gracias a ti.
It's incredible, isn't it? And that's just the bare bones of the story. I've got so many stories I could write loads of books.
Yesterday I was replying to @galenkp, who seemed to know about my problems because the topics he suggested were relevant to me, and he replied that he was looking for topics related to content creators. And he’s quite right, because you’ve just shared a life story that’s all too familiar to many children of our generation.
It’s not my place to judge parents, let alone other people’s. The only thing I’m grateful for is that, through stories like yours, I can see that, for better or worse, the traces of the past have made us the people we are today. In your case, many experiences from the past have shaped the wonderful person you are today. Thank you for sharing. Have a lovely weekend. Cheers and best wishes.
I always think that sharing experiences can help others; you never know who might be reading. Thank you for your kind words; all those experiences have shaped me into the person I am today. Thank you!
Hey Amonet, that was really brave of you to share this story. No kid should ever have to go through something like that 😔. But at the same time, that hard part of your life also made you who you are today ...so it brought some good things too ☺️. Life comes with pain, but pain makes us stronger and teaches us to really appreciate the happy moments. Sending you a big hug from over here 🤗.
It’s true, no child should have to go through this, and sadly it does happen. I think sharing is a way of helping others. Thank you for your kind words!! Hugs!!💗