My father deliberately brought up my sh in front of my mother so that she can dislike me more and he gets to be the "good parent" to me, when he's so so much worse, thank fully at that moment she was too drunk to care but in the morning she was talking about if I was happy scari-
-she refused to talk to me even after I was sobbing, gave me the silent treatment and then told me she was going to talk to him about this and then he fucking pretended he didn't know, acted all nice for a week and then everything went to how it was. I can't wait to die, I need-
-cause I wanted him to stop hurting me. I actually can't do this anymore. I just want him to stop threatening to tell my mother. I never used to cut wrist ever but I did because that was a half assed attempt and she found out later in the morning, cried, and was so angry with me-
-ng my skin permanently. She doesn't even know of the scars on my thigh, but my father does, and has been holding that over my head for years now. Threatening to tell her whenever I don't do what he wants in one go, and it's so fucking crazy because I literally started at 12 be-