Emotional Venting.

So, they're fighting again. Nothing new really.

At least three times a week, they have to fight. They have to scream at each other. I've woken up in the middle of the night so many times to them fighting I just can't take it anymore.

I hate him, I hate him for causing all this. I hate him for not seeing how much his family cares about him. I hate him for not getting enough from her. I hate him for going out and fucking my brother's friend's mom. Four times. I hate him for fucking Janet when he was supposed to me taking me on a vacation, just the two of us, while I was gone for the night. I hate him for going crazy and smashing all our dinner plates and then leaving.

I hate him for all the times he's yelled at me, all the times he's made fun of my beliefs. all the times he's mocked what I believe in. All the times he's cheated on us. All the times he's screwed us over. All the times he's still tried to act like my daddy and then gets mad at me when I ignore him. All the times he's hit me. All the times he's left screaming and then come back drunk, expecting a warm welcome.

I hate the people in my science class for laughing at me when I started crying the day after I found out. I hate her for not divorcing him, for putting both of us through this. I hate Mike and Augie for being his perfect little angel sons, getting all they want from him.

I can't be his daughter anymore. Not after all he's done to us, I can't be his little girl. I can't love him for all the tears he's caused us.