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When I was 15 years old, I lifted weights and took boxing, for the past 8 or so years prior...as a response to my heightened need for physical strength, that the environment that I told you about would obviously create.
The last time my dad ever hit me or ever laid a finger on me, I was 15 years old.
He got the idea that he would punch me in the back while I was bent over at the waist, trying to work on my bike.
He then said... "come on muscle man, show me what you got little bitch"...
So I said... sure thing faggot...
I broke his eye socket, his jaw, knocked all of his teeth out, some of them went his throat.. broke 4 of his ribs, broke his legs, and I snapped his arms backwards and busted his skull open, and then I pulled his pants down, and stuffed wrenches up his ass.
As I was stuffing wrenches up his ass, I was calling him a faggot and asking him how it feels.
It took him the next 3 whole years for him to really recover physically from what I did to him.
Once he was coherent again, I asked him if he's out of his fucking mind... and I told him that muscle is your ability to move... the bigger and stronger your muscles, the stronger your movement and resistance.. are you out of your fucking mind bitch ?
6 months later after his physical recovery when I was 18.. 6 months after I turned 18, that's when my relationship with my dad began to improve, and things actually got better, and we both finally got what we need in life, and we left philly, and I began the process of fixing my problems.
The last time my dad ever hit me or ever laid a finger on me, I was 15 years old.
He got the idea that he would punch me in the back while I was bent over at the waist, trying to work on my bike.
He then said... "come on muscle man, show me what you got little bitch"...
So I said... sure thing faggot...
I broke his eye socket, his jaw, knocked all of his teeth out, some of them went his throat.. broke 4 of his ribs, broke his legs, and I snapped his arms backwards and busted his skull open, and then I pulled his pants down, and stuffed wrenches up his ass.
As I was stuffing wrenches up his ass, I was calling him a faggot and asking him how it feels.
It took him the next 3 whole years for him to really recover physically from what I did to him.
Once he was coherent again, I asked him if he's out of his fucking mind... and I told him that muscle is your ability to move... the bigger and stronger your muscles, the stronger your movement and resistance.. are you out of your fucking mind bitch ?
6 months later after his physical recovery when I was 18.. 6 months after I turned 18, that's when my relationship with my dad began to improve, and things actually got better, and we both finally got what we need in life, and we left philly, and I began the process of fixing my problems.