In my case, my dad would hit my mom and me. Sometimes my sister, but she always seemed to be his golden child. Probably because my dad, for the longest time, didn’t think I was his child. I remember, as a young 6-year-old, my dad telling me how he suspected my mom had cheated on him and that I was not his kid. I belonged to some guy named Bob Brooks. It used to hurt my feelings. I would have bad thoughts about my mom and then feel rejected by my dad. Being so young, I had no idea how to process these emotions, so I just internalized them, shoved them down, put on a happy face, and went into survival mode. I would sometimes talk to my mom about it, and she would always reassure me she never cheated on my dad. However, he was adamant that I was not his child, and he made sure to treat me as such. The most confusing part of this was that I actually looked more like my dad than my sister.
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