Life|Death

My Father’s Death Was the Happiest Day of My Life

Only one thing could have made it better

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I didn’t have the best childhood. To say it was dysfunctional is a huge understatement. It was filled with abuse — physical, mental, and emotional. I hated my parents when I was younger.

My father especially.

As I got older, my mom redeemed herself and became a wonderful mom. She was supportive, loving, and caring—nothing like the woman I had to deal with as a teenager.

My father, on the other hand? I hated him every single day. My feelings for him never changed. You can read more about the life of hell I had with him here…

Growing Up Terrified-What It’s Like to Live in Constant Fear

I hated him right up until the day he died.

Why I write about my feelings for my father

I write an awful lot about my childhood trauma and my healing. I do this for two reasons.

1. Writing is very therapeutic, and
2. For others who went through…