I feel I should tell you all a little about my family and life living here so you understand the how and why of things in my life.
I have 2 brothers and 2 sisters all younger than me. Joanne, Natalie Robert and Ryan. My mum and dad are still together and they have never cheated on each other and have been happily married for over 20 years after only 2 months of dating.
I spent the first few years of Ryan's life with his pretty much constantly from when I finished school in the day until 9 or 10 at night every night of the week. I did this because my dad worked in the taxi's and my mum worked in Safeway until 10. So all week long Monday to Sunday I would mind a new born baby. Change his nappies feed him wash him and generally look after care for him and entertain him. I was 15 at this point and did this until I was just past 18. I was Ryan's first words and he trusted me more than either his mother or father and i was his first word.
I'm giving you all that background so you will understand something I did. My dad at one point or another has physically attacked everyone of his children. He has attacked me a few times. Joanne more times than me most likely. He has only attacked Natalie once and tried to attack Robert but he was to fat and left his alone until his anger calmed down.
Last year my dad tried to attack Ryan
Ryan ran upstairs and locked himself in the bathroom and I heard my dad screaming he was going to "kill him". I ran downstairs and threatened to kill my dad if he didn't fuck off and leave Ryan alone. I'm 6 foot tall. I have virtually no fat on me. I have trained in Martial Arts since i was 6 years old and I was in a VERY bad temper. My dad told me to fuck off. I grabbed hold of the banister of the stairs and ripped out one of the supports. My dad screamed at me and stormed off saying he would throw me out of the house.
I got Ryan to come out of the bathroom and took him upstairs to my room and put him on my PC to play a game I then went and sat on my stairs with the wooden railing ready to kill my dad if he tried anything.
He didn't and Ryan eventually calmed down enough to sleep and a few days later forgave my dad when he apologized blaming his illness.
I have never forgiven my dad for trying to hurt Ryan and a part of me would rather my own dad was dead so he could never have the chance to beat up Ryan.
I'm not sure whether this makes me sick or cruel or a billion other words. But as much as i will miss and be upset that my dad is dead a part of me will be very glad that he is.
I have 2 brothers and 2 sisters all younger than me. Joanne, Natalie Robert and Ryan. My mum and dad are still together and they have never cheated on each other and have been happily married for over 20 years after only 2 months of dating.
I spent the first few years of Ryan's life with his pretty much constantly from when I finished school in the day until 9 or 10 at night every night of the week. I did this because my dad worked in the taxi's and my mum worked in Safeway until 10. So all week long Monday to Sunday I would mind a new born baby. Change his nappies feed him wash him and generally look after care for him and entertain him. I was 15 at this point and did this until I was just past 18. I was Ryan's first words and he trusted me more than either his mother or father and i was his first word.
I'm giving you all that background so you will understand something I did. My dad at one point or another has physically attacked everyone of his children. He has attacked me a few times. Joanne more times than me most likely. He has only attacked Natalie once and tried to attack Robert but he was to fat and left his alone until his anger calmed down.
Last year my dad tried to attack Ryan
Ryan ran upstairs and locked himself in the bathroom and I heard my dad screaming he was going to "kill him". I ran downstairs and threatened to kill my dad if he didn't fuck off and leave Ryan alone. I'm 6 foot tall. I have virtually no fat on me. I have trained in Martial Arts since i was 6 years old and I was in a VERY bad temper. My dad told me to fuck off. I grabbed hold of the banister of the stairs and ripped out one of the supports. My dad screamed at me and stormed off saying he would throw me out of the house.
I got Ryan to come out of the bathroom and took him upstairs to my room and put him on my PC to play a game I then went and sat on my stairs with the wooden railing ready to kill my dad if he tried anything.
He didn't and Ryan eventually calmed down enough to sleep and a few days later forgave my dad when he apologized blaming his illness.
I have never forgiven my dad for trying to hurt Ryan and a part of me would rather my own dad was dead so he could never have the chance to beat up Ryan.
I'm not sure whether this makes me sick or cruel or a billion other words. But as much as i will miss and be upset that my dad is dead a part of me will be very glad that he is.
phoenixgirl:
I am really sorry to hear that, where has your mom been during all this, and why don't you all just kick him out? How much younger are your siblings, can't you all just move out, or they can? 
nathanialblood:
I moved out but I moved back because I dont want to not be here when he dies from his liver and kidneys failing. Robert and Ryan are to young to move out. Natalie have moved out already. Joanne is moving out in 4 days. My mum yells at him and tells him to grow up but she can't stand up to him physically. My dad is 5'6 and about 2 times my weight and knows how to fight.