My mom and dad split up when I was 10. It was a huge shock to me; my father had recently "renewed his faith" in a disgusting brand of Christianity (if you know anything about it, he's a Reformed Presbyterian. And a Calvinist, no less.)
During the divorce, my father manipulated me and my sister into thinking that my mother, the infidel, couldn't take care of us kids without his help, and that we should come with him to Colorado where we'd start a new life. And I believed him.
A few years later, when I finally realized that I'd made the wrong choice, I hated him. Like really, seriously. I'd even hit the guy.
But now, at 19, I live in his house again, by my own choice (long story...) and we actually get along. My dad did a lot of horrible things to our family, sure, but... he's still my dad. And he only wanted the best for me.
I feel sorry for those who have good reasons to hate their parents. For anyone, child or otherwise... that's not the way it was meant to be, you know?
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