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In light of recent events, I'm going to recount (not repost) a thread 
on abusive parents. It'll be (I think) a good read, because we're going to walk away from one tomorrow at noon. 0/
on abusive parents. It'll be (I think) a good read, because we're going to walk away from one tomorrow at noon. 0/
I've talked about this a couple of times before; and, I think it's important to put into today's context. I sent my therapist and email stating about as much a few days ago for our talk tomorrow.
The last time we spoke the Insurrection happened that afternoon. 0a/
The last time we spoke the Insurrection happened that afternoon. 0a/
(Kind of blew a whole in the whole "you try to identify and avoid 'catastrophic thinking' part of CPT; but, I'm probably not going to rub that in. Maybe. I probably will.) 0b/
My father was a monster. My mom left him when I was 2, but he continued to weave in and out of my life until I was 17.
He was a prolific child-molester going back to before I was born. He was a terrible human-being throughout my life. 1/
He was a prolific child-molester going back to before I was born. He was a terrible human-being throughout my life. 1/
However, he was a malignant narcissist and malignant narcissists know how to be just charming enough to get what they want. He wanted my love if he could get it; and my attention if he couldn't.
So, he'd pop in and out of my life to satisfy his needs. 2/
So, he'd pop in and out of my life to satisfy his needs. 2/
I don't need to school anyone on malignant narcissists because we've had one as our President for the past four years.
My father was a habitual liar. He spoke of grandiose things and legacies and all sorts of horseshit. He was a drug-addicted pedophile who delivered nails. 3/
My father was a habitual liar. He spoke of grandiose things and legacies and all sorts of horseshit. He was a drug-addicted pedophile who delivered nails. 3/
One year, he paid just enough child-support to my mom to have long-term visitation rights. I was a teenager and fighting with my mom and dad at the time, so I thought, "OK, it's only for a month."
What a fucking month. 4/
What a fucking month. 4/
He stole my paycheck for the company he worked for. Tried to convince me, at 15, to sleep with my 12 year old step-sister (He was obsessed with "Flowers in the Attic"). He then "charged" me all of the money I brought with me for "food and board." 5/
We spoke little for two years until I petitioned the court to change my surname to my stepfather's. The night before the appearance he calls me and is absolutely, completely, un-fucking-hinged. My decision was all about a blow to him and his "legacy," his "bloodline." 6/
"[His] bloodline will not be passed on. It will have been usurped. (As his only son) [surname] dies with [me]."
It wasn't even his surname. Instead of his father's LDS-surname (he was a bastard), it was his stepfather's Nazi-relevant surname. 7/
It wasn't even his surname. Instead of his father's LDS-surname (he was a bastard), it was his stepfather's Nazi-relevant surname. 7/
Over the course of two hours he begged and pleaded; then threatened; then issued an ultimatum: If you do this I will never talk to you again. You're not my son; you never have been; you never will be after tomorrow.
Sound familiar? 8/
Sound familiar? 8/
17 year old-me grew a spine and told him, "Fine. That's your choice. I'll hold you to it. That is one promise that I will ensure that you keep in your life." He was never going to contest it in court. He knew he was in deep-shit and about to get hit with child-rape charges. 9/
I didn't hear from him again until a few years ago. He spent about 15 years in prison. Occasionally, an estranged half-sister or step-sister would reach out and it was obvious that were under his spell. 10/
When he got out, he reached out directly over Facebook. 
He wanted to see pictures of "his" granddaughter, and I told him to take a hike. I reminded him of his promise.
So, he threatened me.
I told him, in no uncertain terms, that if I ever saw him I would kill him. 11/
He wanted to see pictures of "his" granddaughter, and I told him to take a hike. I reminded him of his promise. So, he threatened me.
I told him, in no uncertain terms, that if I ever saw him I would kill him. 11/
This wasn't a fantasy of mine; it was something that caused me some anguish. I joined the Coast Guard instead of other services, because I wanted to save people, not to kill them. Killing people was against everything in my moral fiber. With him; I carved out an exception. 12/
He threatened me again and I reported his Facebook use to Facebook and the Department of Corrections that was handling his parole. He managed to stay out of prison, but I bought several handguns, wondering if the day would ever come. 13/
This past July, his years of drug-abuse and COVID caught up with him and killed him. We had never spoken since that interaction. My mom told me and the first thing out of my mouth was, "Good. Fuck him." She admonished me for my lack of empathy. Pretty hard. 14/
Six months later; I feel no remorse. Fuck that guy.
Tomorrow, many of you are going to feel the same way about the President leaving your life. Lean into your feelings. Don't feel like you have to "be a better person" and forgive him, though. He's an asshole. 15/
Tomorrow, many of you are going to feel the same way about the President leaving your life. Lean into your feelings. Don't feel like you have to "be a better person" and forgive him, though. He's an asshole. 15/
He incited a mob to murder Representatives, Senators, and the Vice President because he was big-mad about people turning their backs on him. Fuck that guy. 16/
Embrace the relief that you feel when he is gone, though. That you aren't forced to have any interactions with him. You can banish that asshole onto his own island and not feel an ounce of remorse; and, that doesn't make you a bad person. It makes him a bad person. 17/
Tomorrow you're going to feel what I felt that day when I was 17; going to court to change my name.
When he's dead, you're going to feel the same sense of relief when he chokes of a Fillet-o-Fish and dies of a heart attack and can't hurt you anymore.
That feels great. 18/18.
When he's dead, you're going to feel the same sense of relief when he chokes of a Fillet-o-Fish and dies of a heart attack and can't hurt you anymore.
That feels great. 18/18.
Addendum: I've seen the video; don't repost it. I had planned on making this thread before I saw it because I've got therapy tomorrow and this is where I sort of "test out new material." I feel bad for the girl and I hope she finds a way out of her situation.
(I'll remove anything that references the video, the girl, or her parents directly. If you want to talk about it with me specifically, my DMs are always open.)
