Quotes About Abusive Dads Novels & Stories

“Are you crazy? What the fuck are you talking about?” “I'm talking about the fact your dad likes to use up everyone around him and then discards them. Your dad left me with nothing. I lost my dad, I lost my home, I lost my town. I lost everything. And not once did you attempt reaching out to help me or even to ask how I'm doing. My dad committed everything to helping your narcissistic psychopath of a dad. It cost him everything and who gets left to pay the price? Me!” “My dad ruined us too. It's been a rough few months, don't ever assume that I don't know what you've been through cause I have!” I snapped back at her.

Dad was adamant and, as usual, used insults to pick a fight. "I always knew that you two are as useless as your mother-" "Dad, stop it," Caleb moved slowly and deliberately towards him. "I've told you to never speak ill of Mom. Just because your marriage ended and she found her mate doesn't mean that she is a bad person. She endured years of abuse from you." "Oh, shut up, you sissy," Dad spat, and then turned to face me. "You must head back. You are carrying his child, and that's enough reason to stay. Besides, who is this mate of his? Who is her father? Is he influential?"

As soon as he made the last comment my Dad became furious and try to free himself from the chair but he could not. 'Ingrate? You dare to call me an ingrate. I have put my life, conscience, and integrity on the line to do a lot of shity things for you and yet you are not satisfied. You have the guts to rape my underage daughter and put her and my wife into trauma. Do you know what my family has gone through because of you psychopath monster? If you lay your hands on my daughter ever again, I will kill you, that's a promise,' my Dad raged.

"Well, for one, you need to tell Aria this, not me. You need to pull yourself together because if you give anything away to Jory before Aria is ready, then your ass is mine, old friend." "I don't know how to be a father." The words just fall from my mouth. "Uh, hello. Do you think any of us do? My father was abusive, and Jory's father paid more attention to his brother and their money. None of us know how to be good fathers, but we will not make the same mistakes our fathers did. I understand that yours passed away, but that doesn't mean you can't be a good one yourself because of it."

"Especially me. I don't know the fire of revenge burning inside me that doesn't mean I sleep peacefully every night when the murderer of my father is still alive" I tried to keep my voice as lower as I could. Dad always said "3 As make human stupid. Anger, Arrogance, Amainance. No matter how savage you looked, you would be the greatest fool. "I know I can't stop you", mom dropped her gaze. "But just remember that – I have no one in this world except you", her voice went heavier. "Do whatever you want. But– don't snatch my only child away from me"

“He was a great man and a wonderful father! You took it from me! L stands up, coming face to face with him. “Big man, you say? That bastard raped my wife and beat her several times. Because of him, she started hallucinating and fell into a coma! Imagine if you loved someone and a stranger raped you multiple times. You wouldn't think and kill the unfortunate on the spot. Her father did this to her, and even allowed her to be abused by another man. Our wife started to be afraid to be around other men and afraid to leave the house. So don't tell me your goddamn daddy was a great man, he wasn't even close. '' Pour it out, coldly. Sebastião takes a step back in shock.

The note remains where I dropped it, the ink now bleeding across the water-logged graph paper. “My father,” he begins, “was an abusive, alcoholic gambler with a pension for driving his fists into my mother’s face. She wasn’t much better.” He walks toward me, twirling the knife and extending its hilt in my direction. “When he got tired of beating her, he liked to take it out on me. But I liked to hit back.”

she shook her head. "What do you mean? He is an abuser and you know this!" I unbelievably look at her, hoping she will see the irritation on my face " No, he's not, he's just being a man. You need to ply the rocky road before getting to the smooth road. You just need patience. " she hissed She adds a dumb proverb to back up her shit as usual. "Alright Mom, send my love to Dad. I'll call you from time to Time." I sighed in frustration.

Don was gushing blood from his mouth, his nose, and his head. _Abuse? If she was capable of defending herself, why did she not stop her husband from always abusing her? " His parents were... What word do I use to describe them? They were of the opinion that the wives of their sons should be subservient not only to their husbands but also to the parents of their husband's. Because my parents were on board with that nonsense as well, I was powerless to stop him when he started beating me up."

“Yeah that’s what mama said too. She said she remembered your dad too. That he wasn't the best?” “Oh yeah uh” Axton runs his fingers through his dark hair and lets out a heavy breath as he leans against the counter. “My dad abused me a lot. If I played badly in a game, if I did anything he disagreed with. He’s homophobic, and when he found out I was into guys, into you. He punished me for it a lot. He did the same to my brother and mom. We moved into the pack house because it was getting really bad. My uncle is thinking of kicking him out of the pack”