When I was 9 or 10, my dad woke me up in the middle of the night. He was sitting on the foot of my bed and he’d had a few. He was a single father—my mom died when I was very young and my siblings all moved out—and when he noticed I was awake, he just looked at me and said, “You know…I just want you to know that my life would have been so much easier if you were never born.”

Then he got up and left the room, lol.

Edit: Thanks, everyone, for the heartfelt concern. To just provide a blanket response, this was my reply for someone on this thread, and I just wanted to put it here for for both the “screw that guy” and “how are you now” folks:

“Nah…revenge isn’t all that great. Why keep the cycle going when it doesn’t have to? The thing I learned from growing up with a parent like that—and there’s lots more stories to tell, lol—is that some people are just lashing out because there’s something deep and fundamentally wrong inside of them. You can either let it be contagious and infect you, or you can kill that monster with kindness and empathy.

Everyone deals differently, but it’s worked for me, lol”

I hope you all have a great day and genuinely hope everyone here can take whatever trauma they’ve been through and use it as a catalyst to help others.

I don't get how they can't grasp the idea of a woman being equal to them and not an object like a sportscar that they brag brag with.