My dad

When I was little my mom and dad would fight, a lot. And that would always end with my dad yelling at my mom and then him hitting her. He would hit her right in front of me and she would cry, and then I would cry. And then my dad would ask me why I’m crying because I’m not the one who’s being hit. It’s been awhile since then and somewhere along the way he stopped being abusive, they still fight and he still yells but he doesn’t hit her anymore. He does sometimes hit me though, one time he slapped me because I was talking back to him, and sometimes he hits me when I get bad grades, that’s pretty rare though, he usually just yells at me and tells me things like I’m never going to get anywhere in life and I’m stupid, and that when I grow up I’ll be a hobo or dig graves. He’s one of the resons why I’m depressed, I’m actually afraid of him, sometimes when I get a bad grade and he gets home I can’t stop myself from shaking. He does love me though, I know that he does and I do love him too. I’m writing all of this here because I’m hoping that telling it to somebody will make me feel better.