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Nov. 24th, 2009 | 11:17 pm
location: Australia, South Australia

So I've just come back from canberra where I spent the weekend with my father. All I can say really is fuck i'm glad to be home. My father is the most obnoxious opinionated annoying excuse for a human being I know. He gives me the absolute creeps. I don't think of him as my father. He's a stranger to me. And thus when he tries to give me a hug or tell me he loves me I feel violated like I want to vomit. Like a sleezy old perverted stranger is trying to get too close. He makes me sick to my stomach. He flirts with shop assistants to the point they could go for sexual harrassment. And he calls them mam. He eats like a pig. Only less dignified. Isobelle doesn't much like him and thatss saying something. And the whole time he kept making me feel like an absolute failure simply beacause I haven't found a man. I shouldn't let him get to me but I do. In year 8 I had a major eating disorder and still my self esteem is shot to pieces because my whole childhood he would make fun of my weight. Calling me fatso and little miss porky. And he wonders why his step daughter is fuckednup

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David Evans

From: sir_devans
Date: Nov. 24th, 2009 01:18 pm (UTC)


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