We left, in part due to my father’s actions, as he was a jealous and angry man. With him, it was his way or no way. If you did something that he didn’t think was right, or if you angered him, he let you know of your error by taking it out on you in a mental or physical way. At the young age of two, my father would make me unload entire trucks of wood by myself, carry it inside, and stack it. A two year old boy is too small for this task, and they typically would have whined their way out of it, but not me. It was put into my head from a young age that I had to listen to my father, or there would be mental and physical consequences. While I still lived with my father, he could have technically been classified as an abusive parent. He did small
