A letter from July 5th, 2020

BANG! BANG! BANG! The walls of my bedroom shake. "THIS IS ********!" "********!" "********!" The words ring in my ears, Like after an explosion. I sit on my bed Quivering in fear. But that was your goal wasn't it? To show me your authority over me. To hope I don't advocate for respect ever again. Then There Was S I L E N C E. An upset home. Broken bonds, Trust lost, Respect gone. And for what? A clean bathroom. An excuse to throw tantrum. She may continue to make excuses for you. She may let you sweep it under the rug. But I will not. Your words of anger: Pig, Slob, Thin skinned. Your lack of respect for me. They will not be so easily forgotten by me. They will not be excused or swept away. This wasn't the first time. This won't be the last. Be wary of the hole you are digging yourself. Dad.