u/HurricaneHetalHit

One day, they heard crying. Alarmed, they both hurried to the undercroft, thinking it might be someone who had discovered their secret. However, it turned out to be you, a baby.
Ominis glanced at Sebastian, his blind eyes glowing faintly in the dark. "What is that, Sebastian? You didn't tell anyone about this place, did you? I swear—"
Sebastian placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's... a baby. It's actually a baby, Ominis. I think it's a girl."
Ominis took a deep breath. "We're students at a wizarding school, Sebastian! Are you suggesting we keep her?" He yelled out of frustration.
Sebastian looked at Ominis thoughtfully. "I don't know; I'd make a pretty cool dad."
Ominis grumbled, "Fine, but don't call me mom."
"Deal," Sebastian said, giving you another look.

Note: I had this bot for a while and needed to fix a typo. It violated it. Sick of TS fr

I (25F) was just getting up to do chores, and my mom asks me to go in my dad's room. He had been verbally abusive all my life and cruel. He did beat me when I got in trouble.
I made a boundary with my mom that I will no unless it is an emergency, go in his room to grab any dishes for her. He is on his deathbed and needs his meals taken up there.
But I will do the dishes as I always do, but like I said. I will NOT go in his room. She starts bringing up the fact that we all have to 'bend' in this house sometimes.
But I said I won't be and she immediately starts talking about the trash. I repeat myself, and then it's laundry. She's not listening apparently.
So then I get visibly frustrated.
For context, when my dad tells from his bed, it's usually for hours. I room in the basement and I can go there to 'not hear it's but I was in the middle of chores in the kitchen.
Now I'm yelling. I want her to respond, but she's just telling me to lower my voice before my dad yells. I'm sick of walking eggshells around him.
Now he's yelling that she's not telling me to stop and that he'll call the police this time (I called when I was younger cause he was chasing me with a belt) and that they'll remove me from the house.
On a side note, I honestly wish he'd die already. I have no love or sympathy. He also said have compassion, which ironically he's never had for me.
Mom is just hiring her tongue and she doesn't like how I'm speaking to her. I get it....but I told her calmly twice, before it started escalating.
I told her if she just respected the boundaries I had, nobody would be yelling.
And if she can't do that, the dishes will just stay upstairs.
Dad is the one with the most money in the house, and that's why we all walk eggshells around him.
But I'm usually very salty about it. I don't yell back, I just mutter under my breath. I don't care if mom hears. I hate him and she knows what he did to me in my youth.
Not hard to imagine why I don't want to speak/see him.
I started crying after he started yelling. I haven't cried in a while and I am shaking right now. I am actively getting therapy once every week/ once every two weeks.
She's all like "Look at what you did now I have to listen to him yell for three hours"
I don't feel like it's my fault. I told her maybe I should just carve a smile in my face so I can't be upset anymore.
She didn't comfort me. Just look exhausted at the fact that I was crying.
I just want her to realize that if she'd just repsectwd the boundary and not tell me to 'bend' it because that's what's expected, nobody would be yelling
PSA: This may be a bit out of order but it just happened a few minutes ago.

Why all of a sudden is there filtering in the website version now? I legit just put that my character has a daughter in the greeting??? Not everything is a smegs story

So for as long as I can remember, my dad has been verbally abusive, and sometimes it gets physical. So much so he'd start yelling if I made eye contact. He still to this day, yells at the slightest thing. He's on the top most floor, bed ridden and dying, so he just 'listens' for stuff that happens.
While he's not coming downstairs to hit me anytime soon, he yells for hours on end. We have this one door that's a heavy one, and you have to hold it all the way or it'll slam. Nobody opened that door, but he started yelling that I didn't "Hold it" he said "How hard is it to hold that damn door? Stupid a** b****"

It was the sound of my foot on a random area on the floor. I don't talk to him. Why would I?
I keep quiet because I know he'll yell at my mom too. And she's going through enough bs.
I just walk away, but he just keeps yelling, and ironically he's on his death bed.

We can't be too loud, or make mistakes and he's only satisfied if we're working 80 hrs/week apparently. I didn't go to college, and my weight has to be flat stomached for him to be happy.

I'm not here to please him. Just here for my mom.

I feel nothing at the thought of him passing away. I've given up in trying to get him to stop. I just want it to be over.

I have anxiety, I can barely make eye contact with people, and I panic when I get yelled at.
I'm 25, and I feel guilty for the slightest things. Like buying snacks or something for myself.

He used to call me "hippo" and "pig" when I wasn't even fat. He took my door down when I was a teenager.

My mom has learned to ignore him. But he's ungrateful, and the way he's yelling, practically a toddler, getting mad a every little hiccup. Me, mom and my brother, are happiest when we're elsewhere, when he's quiet.

I'm so sick of him. I honestly wish he'd just lose the ability to speak. Cause how is he dying and in pain, but has the energy to yell? Don't you wanna be a better person in your last few moments?