My father never really abused me but he told me I was a worthless piece of human debris who had no right to live. Not really abuse he was just expressing his anger. He blamed me for my mothers drinking and death. A year after he died he put his gun in front of me told me that "you killed your mother, do the right thing" and that te bible says "a life for a life" then he told me not to worry he wouldn't get in trouble, and to be considerate and please use the garage or bathroom so cleanup would be easier, and that he'd be back in two hours,the only time he ever left me alone in the house. I was willing, I was 11 and had been firing that weapon since I was 9 under my Dad's supervision. I tried but just could not remember how to disengage the safety. I failed. I'm not sure that's really abuse though he was only doing what was right in his eyes, offering me an honorable way out .-Bob
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