With my father’s room right by the kitchen that was hard to do.
My father: Incredibly abusive when I lived with them to when I left. He knew nothing of love, (thanks to his abusive father- I think that's where he learned to be such a bastard,) egging on even my sisters to abuse me even while he was beating me. He controlled everyone and everything around him.
That is my father.
He would do his best to catch me eating: From 10 to noon we weren’t allowed to eat. After 10 pm we weren’t allowed to eat either. Any excuse to beat me to a pulp if I ate at any forbidden times.
At 10:30 am, just as I was looking into the refrigerator door, he grabbed me.
He attacked me, hitting hard.
It felt like he wanted to will me out of existence with his bare hands.
People talk about that darkness before they go through the tunnel.
I think I didn’t go “far enough down the rabbit hole” to see that tunnel.
God brought me full circle. Nothing can stop me from dancing. I have found out…