<3> I hate to get depressing. And no one has to comment to this post but its diary and I need to vent... as a child i was confused, always thinking to myself, why am i being abused? and after all those years, you still cant seem to see, you are the mistake, it was never me. you taught me i was nothing, i thought that way for so long, but now i see you are the one who has been so very wrong. never given the chance to speak. never given the chance to ask, never given time to question, was this really your parenting task? for your own insecurities, you would push me to the floor, always making you think you were something so much more. you are the American dream. you go to work, then come home, to see me sitting there all alone, you beat your kid, and yell at your wife, and to think, you were who i called dad all my life.