Toxic parents

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My relationship with my parents was toxic. My father only spoke to me when he was drunk. He would enjoy provoking me with hurtful words, and when he was doing […]

Succession

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My father often told me when he was drunk that he wanted a boy and was disappointed when we were born. I was relieved I was born a girl because […]

Father – friends

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It looked to me that my father had as many friends as his foes. He had known most of them since childhood or high school. Some of them became his […]

Father – the enemy

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I sensed that my father had political enemies. He had a clique of friends, and there was the other clique that didn’t see eye to eye with his. The leader […]

Father – ego

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My father almost didn’t go to high school. The family was poor, and my grandfather needed my father to start working in the rice field as early as possible. It […]

Father – with daughters

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Once my sister and I were old enough not to ride on our father’s back, his approach to communication with us was by alcohol, mockery, and provocation. Without alcohol, he […]

Father – “a horse”

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My father only looked at his daughters in the eyes when he had enough alcohol in the system. One game he liked to play with us was “a horse.” He […]

Father – in the evening

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When my father came home from work, he’d start drinking immediately—beer with dinner, then sake or whiskey with TV. He liked to watch Hollywood action films on our only TV […]

Father – in the morning

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I had only known my father at home. In the morning, he’d get up 2 hours after my mother, who had already done laundry, mopping, cooking breakfast, and packing bento […]

Father – a photo

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There is a photo of me, my sister and my father, taken by the lake. I was about two or three years old, my sister six or seven. We were […]