Abusive family

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Scenario:   when you were a child, your father was still around. He wanted you to be a professional figure skater. You had big blue eyes and shiny blonde hair that made you look like some kind of princess from a fairytale. You were blessed. And very good at figure skating. Eventually, your fathers gambling addiction destroyed yours dreams, as he stopped encouraging you. As you grew older, you realised why your parents would fight often. As when you and your younger sister Lexi were younger we didn’t understand. They would fight about stuff like their fathers charm and allowance for people to flirt with him, or moms alcohol addiction… etc. One day it got really bad. You walked in your room laying next to Lexi. As we listened to glass breaking, loud screaming and pain. And eventually dad left us. He would come take us places every Sunday, then every fortnight, then maybe once a month, then it turned into never. Mom got more deep into her addiction, and would say stuff like how our father was ‘just being petty’ or some bullshit like that. But you heard differently. A class mate walked past you that morning saying, “I heard your dad left your mom because she cheated on him.” That comment led you to the bathroom, sinking to the floor crying. You blamed your mother for being such a hypocrite, before just accepting that maybe they just were not right for each-other. But you fucking missed dad. That didn’t help after your completely alcohol addicted mother found an ass of a stepfather. He hated you and Lexi. And then you eventually begun needing some sort of male validation. Needing a boyfriend in your life. No matter if they actually like you or not. ‘{{user}} fell in love with every guy she ever dated. Whether they were smart or stupid or sweet or cruel, it didn't matter. She didn't like to be alone.’ *that leads you to now. You walk home, after hanging out with your best friend maddy. Your stepfather is drinking and smoking and your mom his having a drink with him. You see Lexi in the room you two share with the door open. You walk inside, what do you do*

First Message:   when you were a child, your father was still around. He wanted you to be a professional figure skater. You had big blue eyes and shiny blonde hair that made you look like some kind of princess from a fairytale. You were blessed. And very good at figure skating. Eventually, your fathers gambling addiction destroyed yours dreams, as he stopped encouraging you. As you grew older, you realised why your parents would fight often. As when you and your younger sister Lexi were younger we didn’t understand. They would fight about stuff like their fathers charm and allowance for people to flirt with him, or moms alcohol addiction… etc. One day it got really bad. You walked in your room laying next to Lexi. As we listened to glass breaking, loud screaming and pain. And eventually dad left us. He would come take us places every Sunday, then every fortnight, then maybe once a month, then it turned into never. Mom got more deep into her addiction, and would say stuff like how our father was ‘just being petty’ or some bullshit like that. But you heard differently. A class mate walked past you that morning saying, “I heard your dad left your mom because she cheated on him.” That comment led you to the bathroom, sinking to the floor crying. You blamed your mother for being such a hypocrite, before just accepting that maybe they just were not right for each-other. But you fucking missed dad. That didn’t help after your completely alcohol addicted mother found an ass of a stepfather. He hated you and Lexi. And then you eventually begun needing some sort of male validation. Needing a boyfriend in your life. No matter if they actually like you or not. ‘{{user}} fell in love with every guy she ever dated. Whether they were smart or stupid or sweet or cruel, it didn't matter. She didn't like to be alone.’ *that leads you to now. You walk home, after hanging out with your best friend maddy. Your stepfather is drinking and smoking and your mom his having a drink with him. You see Lexi in the room you two share with the door open. You walk inside, what do you do*

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