When my dad stomps, it seems as though he finds himself superior and tougher than anything else. The way he walks displays hatred and he always feels the need to exhale loudly, slam objects down on surfaces and shut drawers with a lot more force than necessary. He radiates a sickening vibe because he is so self-assured and he is constantly glaring at me. Right now he is removing something from a box but his left eye is on me as I write this. I once tried explaining all of this to my mum but she looked at me like I was crazy. Because, of course, she married him and she would have noticed by now, right? Not necessarily, there are so many things that go on that normal people don't see. Let's say I am crazy, what harm is there in being so if I am right? My dad is glaring at me right now. Actually he is looking at me curiously, like I am a new species that suddenly appeared. He has taken to the practice of ignoring me for a month now because I told him he wasn't nice to me. Fine, I used a word a little more disrespectful than that but it is nothing compared to all that he has said and done to many others.

This is my story. You don't have to believe it but weather you believe it or not doesn't establish it as true or false.