Yeah, he kind of was. He never seemed to protect me and Mum had to confront him several times, trying me him see reason. Nothing she, Dad or anyone else could do made any difference, hence the near-nervous breakdown. He seemed to feel that keeping me out the playground from time to time was enough (which it wasn't) and even told my mum straight out, with inside support, that it was my fault for not having friends and being a loner. Maybe I blamed myself because he didn't do anything to help or stop it.
jasmin wrote:sometimes I'd like to understand why some people who hurt me did it too, but maybe we wouldn't like what they have to say.
I'm sorry to hear that others hurt you as well. I feel the same way. I'll like to know and yet I don't. Sometimes, given the years and the distance I've come since then, I feel that it doesn't really matter and yet, deep inside, I feel it does.
I don't know. Like I said, it's all in the past and I'm mostly over it, which is something.