Who was my real father?

The scary thing about my dad is how he went from being loving and caring to being a self-centered violent abuser. I can remember as a very young kid him waking me up on Christmas Eve 1 morning and showing me a beautiful wooden train set (with trees, sound, lights, movement, etc.) He said he bought it for me, wished me merry Christmas, and turned it on. One time or twice we’d go out to eat and have father-son time as we traveled around places. He saved a worm and helped me appreciate nature. Those were the last memories i had of him before he changed for the worst. When he’d hit me, i could see his glaring wide eyes just staring at me. Completely different person especially when he went to jail twice. I’m like “did i really know my dad?”


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