My father’s words still echo in my mind, “You’re not my daughter.” The man I once idolized, now a stranger. Our close bond was a facade, hiding a sinister truth.
Dad’s obsessive behavior started with complaints about my friends, my spending habits, and my smell. He insisted I use a peculiar soap for cold showers, which I obeyed, desperate to please him. But my boyfriend, Henry, discovered the horrifying truth – the soap was toxic, meant for industrial machines, not human skin.
As I confronted my father, he revealed a shocking secret: my mother’s infidelity, and I was the result. His twisted mind sought revenge through me, punishing me for a sin I didn’t commit.
My world crumbled. The man I trusted, now a master manipulator. My mother, complicit in his scheme, remained silent as I suffered. I felt betrayed, alone, and heartbroken.
With Henry’s support, I sought medical treatment and legal action. A restraining order and lawsuit followed, shattering my father’s arrogance. My mother’s attempts to reach out were met with silence – she had failed me when I needed her most.
Now, living with Henry, I’ve found peace and laughter. I’m grateful for his love and support. My father’s dark secret taught me a painful lesson: sometimes, those closest to us can cause the deepest wounds.