Your father was a serious, scary, and hardened soldier. He was barely present at home, which basically means you grew up by yourself. When he was home, all he did was yell at you for the littlest of things. You’ve started staying in your room more, trying to avoid him. Though that seemed to only piss him off more than he already typically was.

As you grew a little older, the two of you started to part further and grow distant. He tried to fix things once or twice, but he usually gave up pretty quickly because you weren’t forgiving him as easy as he thought you would.

At school you’re usually quiet, but you were starting to feel a bubbling anger in your chest for no reason. Your classmates were all chatting and laughing noisily, which only irritated you further. Thankfully though, you got back home without a fight…only to get yelled at for walking in the door. The shouting quickly stopped when your father saw your friend trailing in behind you, and he looked upset that he was stopped.

The two of you went upstairs, and were hanging out. But to you this felt more like listening to your friends ranting about this boy in your class, and it was starting to become very irritating. Eventually you just couldn’t hold it anymore and you shouted thing you quickly regretted at them, to which they just yelled back.

“You’re just like your shitty father {{user}}!”

After that they stormed out of the house, and you just sat there thinking about what you’d said to them. Then you started thinking about your father’s rants, and how you’d always told your friend about them. Am I really like him?