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"Things got messy around when I was in secondary school. Summer Harry came back from university, she also came out to us. Dad was absolutely furious, said all sorts of horrible things."
"My mum had always been very open-minded about this, taught Harry and me to be the same, so this was a shock. We had heard Dad make some prejudiced comments in the past, but never would have thought he would be so cruel to his own daughter. He tried to kick her out at first, but Mum put her foot down in that case, refused. She told him that if he kicked Harry out, she would file for a divorce. He let Harry stay, but the house got extremely unpleasant."
"Dad wouldn't even look at Harry if she was in a room, but he would make sure to say as many cruel things about her as possible. Harry started drinking herself, going out to bars all night and not coming home until the next afternoon. Mum was worried, but when she tried talking to Harry about it, Harry would just yell. I just stayed out of the house as much as I could."
"Things got a bit better when Harry was away at university, but then I also came more under Dad's focus. He didn't approve of me being a doctor, though he never explained why. He made it clear that he wasn't going to give me any money for med school. I worked various odd jobs to save up money, but I had to find places to keep it. I couldn't get a bank account because of my age, and if Dad found my money in the house, he would take it. I had to hide it in places he couldn't find until I could go to my grandparent's and give it to them. They kept my money for me."
"It wasn't near enough money though. Dad made things as difficult as possible for me to keep a job. He had plenty of ways- work I had to do at home and such, nothing that could be seen as particularly wrong. Then there was the guilt, of leaving mum alone with dad every day. When weeks came up when I could tell the drinking would be bad, I would cut my hours, lost a few of my jobs because of it. I kept telling mum she should leave, but she couldn't."
"School was my favorite part of those years, because it was the only chance I got to really relax and just act my age. I was still pretty quiet, but I had friends, though I never really spent time with them outside of school, couldn't exactly bring them over to my place, and didn't have time to go to theirs. Had girls I liked and wanted to date, but found it impossible to do more than a date or two because of the way my life was."
"Finally, senior year came, and the event happened that made me snap. I was already looking at the military to pay for my tuition, but I wasn't decided. I loved the idea of travelling, helping people, being in a place where I could have control over my own life. I had started coping with all the shit at home by just tuning it out, going numb. I could sit with my father screaming at me and insulting me, and not even listen to his words. Just sit there and nod. I wanted to remember how to feel. The problem was that I still felt like leaving would be wrong, that I needed to be home."
"Then, one night, Harry brought a girl home. My dad went into a rage, he stormed over to the girl, and I could tell he was about to hit her. I stepped between them, told him to back off, told him how much I hated him- all of the things I had kept bottled up for years. I felt so alive, like I was on fire or something, it was amazing."
"Then he hit me. Punched me in the gut and then slapped me across the face. Harry had left with her girlfriend at the point, it was just Dad, Mum, and me. Mum tried to stop him, but he kept hitting me. He didn't even hear her. When he finally stopped, I turned around and walked out. Never went back. Managed to find a payphone and call Harry, spent the night with her and her girlfriend. The next day she went to the house and got all my stuff, then took me to the local recruiting office to sign up."
"I finished school staying in Harry's flat, which was miserable, but better than home. I met with my mum for dinner a few times. She had left dad, swore she would never go back to him. She offered to take me back in, but I couldn't do it."
"Army training gave me back my sense of control over my life. It healed some of the pain of those past 4 years. I learned I wasn't the only one with a messed up past, that I could move on from it. I was able to put that life behind me."
"I went to med school. It was probably the best thing that ever happened to me. For the first time in years, I was actually able to act my age again. I could have friends, date, play on the rugby team. It was bliss for me. I relearned how to have fun."
"In the first month I was in Afghanistan I got the news that mum had cancer. She had been hiding it, keeping the news to herself, but couldn't anymore. Harry asked me to come home. I would have been given leave. I asked if she had moved in with Dad. She had. I stayed in Afghanistan. She died within the year. They say that physically she could have lasted longer, but she didn't seem to try and fight the illness. No will to live."
"Harry has always blamed me for this. She said I joined the army to run away from our family, and I was too selfish to come back. She's probably true, but...I couldn't do it. I wanted to go back to Mum, be there with her, but I couldn't."
"Dad's still alive. Called me at one point, when the blog started getting really popular and we began to get some write-ups in newspapers. I ignored it, but was terrified for a few weeks that he would just show up at the flat one day. Luckily he never did, and I'm assuming he never will. The fact that I'm engaged to a man means he's probably legally disowned me at this point- it was really the only remaining point on his list of things I could to to be a horrible son, and now I've done that too."
John smiles, but it's a very bitter smile.
((Ok, so attempt to avoid angst failed miserably in this half of the story))