This account was created, so I can speak freely, without worrying that my parents can find it.
I will say right away: I live with my mother and stepfather, who treat me well. Names from history will either be obscured or changed to avoid misunderstanding. All similarities are accidental.
Don't think that I'm some impulsive teenager who has everything good, but wants problems for themselves. No, I'm happy with my life - I have good parents and I love them. Except for my father.
Background (from my mother's words): when I was born, she still continued to study and work at the academy, therefore, for the most part, my father and grandmother on my father's side took care of my upbringing. My grandmother on my mother's side lived in another region, so we rarely saw each other. When I was 6 years old, my parents divorced. The exact reason is unknown to me.
The worst thing was that during the marriage and divorce proceedings, my father hid documents (about me) from my mother, such as a my birth certificate and so on, so she had to "obtain" the necessary materials manually. I forgot to mention that when my parents were still together, only my mother earned money. My father also worked, but seriously, what income can an IT specialist have? After the divorce, the court established my place of residence with my father, but my mother could visit me on weekends (Friday - Sunday).
A few months later, when I was with my mother, a social worker came to us. At that time, I was a small child (7 years old) and my father brainwashed me a lot, because of which I thought that my mother was bad and I was afraid of her, because she could hit me (only in terms of upbringing, since I was... a rather difficult child). Because of this, I said that I want to live with my mother permanently, and to be honest? I have no regrets.
There was also a case when my mother left me alone in the apartment and went to a store nearby. Father came to me from another city and tried to steal me. But since I was in a locked apartment, he could not enter. And I... what about me? I sweared at my father with all the swears I knew at the age of 8. I know it's bad, but then I thought that it wasn't my father, but some bad person. Funny, isn't it? After my mother returned home, she called the police. About what happened later? I don't know.
About now. I'm 15 years old and my father is still annoying me. He doesn't know me the way my mother knows. I bet he still thinks I'm his little ***** (blurred name), who will hide behind his back from my oh-so-bad mom. He tried to manipulate me, but because I got older and gained some brains, I can finally stand my ground.
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im sorry for this post being so long😭😭😭