Guys...I'm at the end of the line as far as patience is concerned. While I was feeding my turtle in the yard, my father went on a witch hunt in my room. I am clueless to his motives, regardless, he found Fina pellets, condoms, foot fetish magazines, a vibrator (My ex's) He flipped out on me and when I tried to ask him as to why he would go through my personal belongings, he smacked me in my mouth, splitting my lip open and started calling me a homosexual. Deep down he thinks the vibrator is for gay men and thinks I use it on myself. I tried to explain but he won't even talk to me now. He just left a note on my door saying he wasn't paying for my school, for me to find a job and I have to pay $75 a week for boarding or I can pack my belongings and leave. I want to leave so bad but don't have the resources to live on my own. There's no opportunity here in Port Richey, Florida and no way to earn enough to live independently. Things were so bad last night, I even thought about hustling, I just need a little savings and I could head back up north and get away from my father. Now you know why I spend so much time here, I never want to leave my room when others are home.
I'm just happy I have "Me."
I'm just happy I have "Me."