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My late alcoholic stepfather started beating me when I was 8 years old. For years I was thrown around, punched, kicked, pinned down in military holds and slapped, etc. As I grew older, I began fighting back, and we had it out a few times. I lost every time, being a young teenager, but the frequency of his abuse resided. It finally stopped when I threatened to break in his skull with a baseball bat. Things simmered for a while, but before anything could erupt, my mother got a seperation from him, after 11 years of dealing with his shit. Two years later, he killed himself by going to sleep in his car as it idled in his garage. However, I believe that if we had remained living with him, I would have, at the very least, tried to kill him, as I grew bigger and stronger than him. I would have done it happily and would be without remorse. I'm glad he's gone, he was the only person that I actually HATED. Certainly, there have been people that I dislike or think ill of, but none compare to the loathing I felt for him.
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If there exists anything mightier than destiny, then it is the courage to face destiny unflinchingly. -Geibel
Despise not death, but welcome it, for nature wills it like all else. -Marcus Aurelius
Come on, you sons of bitches! Do you want to live forever? -GySgt. Daniel J. "Dan" Daly
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