Snoopy
Stopping in my tracks, I turned back around to face my father. Anger flowed through my whole body. The man was barely around throughout my entire childhood. Leaving my mother to do the only thing she thought she was capable of doing to make money while raising me. Never getting any help from him. Her death was not on me. Then I was thrust into the hands of his parents, who he left me with, allowing them to treat me as a slave, letting them treat me worse than a dog and beat me when they didn’t like the smallest things, including how I breathed. After which, he moved me in with some woman only to leave me again, never once caring how she spoke to me. And then, to top it all off, he brought up something he knew absolutely nothing about.
My initial response was me wanting to kick hi
