Personal Narrative: My Dad

My dad was an abusive alcoholic. He liked to take his anger and frustration out on me. As I was eating oatmeal one day I didn’t like it and told my dad I didn’t like it. He threw a fit! He pulled my hair and shook it. He used to do that often when no one was around. It would happen in an instant. He wouldn’t say a word he would just grab my hair and begin shaking my head. He liked to make a fist protruding his middle finger at the knuckle so it would make impact. He would hit me repeatedly in the head. I would put my small arms for protection he only redirected his target to another part of my head. I was in kindergarten or first grade. The next day it would be horrendous. It would feel as if my brain ached. There were lumps on my head that felt like ping pong balls. I don’t know if the bumps were from the hair pulling or the shaking or hitting …show more content…
He could never understand why. I used to tell him that I wished he would die. He thought it was out of greed and that I wanted a social security check. The reality of the situation was more than he could fathom. Being an unfit parent was beyond his aspect. My family’s opinion of me was always so wrong. They thought I had selfish motives which I did not. Money never meant a lot to me. I envied people who didn’t have money. I thought they had something that I was missing. I thought they were all like the family on 'Little House on the Prairie'. I wanted what I believed they had. I wanted a close, loving, and supportive family. Then I got my wish and became poor. I got involved with other poor people and found that they are just as greedy as anyone else. They are just as dysfunctional. Money is not an antidote or a remedy for happiness.
When he got too rough in front of my mom she would say his name as if she were speaking to a child. She was trying to make a point to a man set in his ways about what is and isn't the right thing to do. He would stop for the