When I was little my dad used to sneak into my room and ask me if I wanted to have a party. Obviously I said yes, so he’d come sit on my floor and eat uncooked pasta while he watched infomercials until dawn. This isnt an endearing story, my dad was just on crack cocaine

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Yes this was a funny story but we do NOT stan my dad! He was an abusive piece of shit to my mom and I and he wasnt/isnt present in my life. Me being able to find humor in my trauma was due to years of therapy (and growing up fat) it has NOTHING to do with him or his parenting

-he WAS violent/physically abusive
-he WAS a r*pist
-he had all kinds of addictions
-never went to rehab, just prison
-using me to get back into our home doesnt mean he cared about me

Its okay to laugh and make jokes, its funny!!! But I didnt mean to make him sound good lol