A childhood of missing fathers, who has the experiences of that? Oh, that’s, ALL of us! As our fathers, they’d become M.I.A., right after they’d FUCKED (penetrated and ejaculated into???) our mothers, as they’re all, nothing BUT sperm donors!
A childhood of missing fathers, how’d you ever adapt to that? It must’ve been hard, to grow up without a father? No, not really, compare to a lot of children, I’m still among the lucky, after all, my father wasn’t around, to HURT me, he was just, NEVER there…
…and this, is what that looked like…
A childhood of missing fathers, I can’t ever remember any instances when that deadbeat loser father of mine was ever around, oh wait, I can recall, like how he’d come into our bedroom, shared by me and his STUPID son to sleep, on that folding bed, as his EX-wife kicked him OUT of her bedroom, after he’d, fucked his whore??? Or, how about when he’d come home, when I couldn’t do those area calculations, and he’d started screaming, yelling, scaring the SHIT out of me (yes, it’s still ABUSE!!!), made me cry so fucking hard, and then, he’d come to my bed as I lay myself down to sleep (still NOT praying the Lord my soul to keep here!!!), he’d bend down to kiss me goodnight, and told me, “I’m sorry, baby girl, I was only trying to stimulate your brains, as the doctors that operated on you back when you were seven told us to!”
And, look how well I turned out, but, not everybody who’d been abused and neglected in ANY forms (there are the emotional/psychological, the verbal, the sexual, and the physical “varieties” of abuse!!!) like I was a long time ago, turn out so very well like the Q-U-E-E-N (and yeah, you got a PROBLEM with me, referring to myself in the third person, huh???).
