why are my siblings and i laughing while reminiscing the times our father has slapped/punched/kicked/physically hurt us? lol the trauma sis i mean—

we were too young to ever label it as ‘abuse’ but our young minds knew it was wrong.

he would tell us it was ‘military training’ sus him and his bullshits. it isn’t military training to punch and kick your kid for going home late because she had softball practice.

it isn’t military training to slap your daughter because she went out during the weekend for her journalism training.

i can even dare to look at him without feeling hate or disgust.

he’s the most unsupportive tbh. he told my brothers to stop playing football and athletics because he found it inconvenient (for him) to fetch them every after practice.

he made my sister stop playing softball because wala na dayon mag cook dinner kay dugay daw gauli lol. my sister was passionate about softball ra ba.

if i’d add the abuse he has done to my mother, this thread would never end.