My father is crazy and tried to kill me several times when I was growing up. It is kind of sad when you can't trust your own parents to not harm you but not all of us have such luxuries in life. I always had to be on alert as at any time he would try some new approach. For years I even slept with a butter knife stuck into the door jam of my bedroom door. I knew that it wouldn't keep him out but it would cause him to rip the wood of the door frame and wake me up.
Not even the bathroom was safe. the man put a jar of gasoline under the counter in the bathroom. I was really confused as to why I smelled gas but couldn't find the source. Being smart about it I took the matches and candles out of the bathroom to prevent an explosion. The smell was so bad that it made me sick to even be inside the house. He claimed he couldn't smell anything and no one else could figure it out. For 3 days we put up with this and tried to find the source. It wasn't till my mother held the jar in front of my father demanding an explanation that he fessed up to having put it in the bathroom. His reasoning...he was working on an engine and needed to put the gas somewhere. So he put it in an uncovered jar in the bathroom. He was really upset that we got mad at him and made a few threats. Then he ran off to his other family for a couple weeks to "teach us a lesson" too bad he came back.
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