Dear Daddy, I should’ve chopped it off

The best way to humiliate a person is to humiliate them by taking away any privacy and physical dignity they have.

My piece of shit father knew that the best. He was subtle but his actions were effective.

It didn’t matter what time I decided to bathe or how old I was, anytime I would bathe my father would walk in. He would walk in and stare at me and make comments about my breast. When I was 11 he would talk about how I must have breast cancer and make other sick comments about my physical development. When I was 16 he would just fucking stare.

After he was done molesting me with his words, he would then proceed to piss in the toilet and even sometimes in my bath water.

I hate that man more than you know how to hate. I promise you.

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Jenny Greenteeth