It's not that I believe my father is an evil man. He has a kind, loving, caring side. I've both experianced it first hand and seen it shown to others. It's that he has a bad side that others seem to refuse to aknowladge. My earliest memory of him is of him swearing, "fuck" to be exact. He used to repeatedly strip me, pick me and litterally throw me in the shower. He raped me for six years. He gets angry, loses his temper, yells and swears. Why is it that I seem to be only one who remembers he's human? For God's sake he's not a saint, and I wish everyone else in the family would stop making him out to be every time I said anything negative about him.
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