Your father has always had problems.

You love him but he hurts you in ways that you cant explain. Not physically. Mentally.

you come home to your piggy bank smashed into many different pieces on your bed, the money gone. You had been saving for an apartment for when your older, you’d been saving for years

You make your way down stairs, tears pooling in your eyes, your almost 18 and you were going to by that apartment. “hey sweetheart.” He had used it for alcohol. Your so mad.