[H]Domestic abuse.. - Page 5

On April 29 2010 01:31 Sid(TB) wrote:
"I love my currents living situations. My dad just beats me up while I live my crappy life and he just makes it crappier."

uhhh, love it? but hes just making it crappier than the crap it already is?

i agree with most everyone else here, man up and stop tryin to seek attention, honestly you should be banned, this forum, even the blog section, doesnt need something like this. obviously you can call the police and be put into protected custody or w/e else you want to do if its true, dont need to come here. Anyone could decide to kill you at any moment of every day of your life on the street, yet somehow sending 1 guy to prison is not an option? atleast the threat wont be there till he gets out (if its true)

On April 29 2010 12:17 Orome wrote:
So, what's the story behind this? Because reading this without knowing FonzeXD makes 95% of the people in this thread look like huge assholes.

On April 29 2010 04:36 BroOd wrote:
Yeah, I really think you should move in with an auntie and uncle or something.

On April 29 2010 12:50 Ilikestarcraft wrote:

read the first post on this page.
Look at his blog history. And hes also a banned user.

On April 29 2010 12:50 Ilikestarcraft wrote:

read the first post on this page.
Look at his blog history. And hes also a banned user.

On April 29 2010 13:22 Amnesia wrote:

What's his previously banned username?

On April 29 2010 01:54 BroOd wrote:
Sometimes psychological damage is far worse than physical damage. My father abandoned my mother and I when I was about five years old, and she raised me in relative poverty for most of my childhood. Little money meant we lived in a pretty squalid part of town; it sucked growing up where I did. There were constant fights and kids growing up with dreams no higher than being “boss thug”. One particularly odious character, Omar, used to get off on starting fights with younger kids for absolutely no reason. Long story short, he beat me pretty badly one day after school, and my mother freaked out. She wanted better for us, for me, but she simply couldn’t afford to do anything.

I ended up getting into a nice school and moved to live with some relatives, in a much nicer place. It sucked leaving my mom behind, but I knew me being away put her mind at ease. She eventually got remarried but all of that is pretty irrelevant. Anyway one day, completely out of the blue, my father shows up the café where I was working at the time. I was pretty stunned, and somewhat naïve. I mean, I hadn’t seen him in over 10 years. My relatives warned me not to get my hopes up, that he was still the same person who abandoned my and my mother all those years prior. Still, we hung out, went to a carnival, and for the first time I had someone to call “dad”. We made plans for the summer, where we were going to go on a long trip together, but in typical fashion, he bailed on me. It was then I realized that it’s not about the family you want, it’s about the family you have. I had people who cared for my all along right there, and I didn’t need some asshole who didn’t want to be part of my life. Even though my relatives have since moved east and I’m now out west, I’ll never forget the lessons I learned during my time at my uncle phil and aunt viv’s place.

On April 29 2010 13:31 Harem wrote:

It's Scorpion.