My dad came home from his vacation a few days early. There are fireworks going off downstairs and I’m hiding out in my room with the music blasting but the highest volume on my ipod won’t drown out the crying in my heart. I was hoping that now that my parents had a break from each other they would somehow start getting along… I hate my dad. I wish he’d stop abusing my mom and learn his lesson for once! Seriously, even getting arrested won’t stop him. The stuff he was caught doing are awful. He traumatized people to the extent that years of therapy didn’t help them recover. Everyone keeps saying they’re davening he’ll get off easy. I bet they wouldn’t guess I’m davening he’ll be put away for life. And I feel guilty for doing that because really I should daven for him to do teshuvah. But deep down I know that no matter what he says or does, I’ll never forgive him for wrecking my life. And that is what I feel the most guilt about.
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