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my confession is this My elder sister wants to get married to this guy she loves. He is absolutely lovely. He is nice, hardworking, intelligent, sweet, mature, understanding, very dedicated to her and loves her very much. Everybody in our family likes (maybe almost loves) him. Except for my father... The real reason why he is against it is probably because he believes my sister will stop helping us economically when she gets married. Which she won't. But even if she did, nobody would blame her. She has always worked hard, achieved things on her own and helped us. It's her right to be happy and build her life. She is not old, but she is not young neither (she is 25). Father pretends to have other worries (very irrelevant) and makes up excuses why he is against. He says he wants her to finish her phd (which would take another 4 years for her). He says he needs to discuss it with our uncles and aunts, his uncles and aunts, our cousins, his cousins - basically the whole town! The only reason why I haven't told him to fuck off and let my sister be happy is that I have a loving (angel) mother, a younger sister and two younger brothers and they still need him economically. And as for me, I'm quite useless for the moment and I hate myself about that. Sometimes I imagine I kill him. It's not the first time he ruins our happiness. He has done my mother's life so miserable. He has done her so miserable. He made us miserable too. He's been like a dark shadow all these years and ruins everything. He doesn't love us one bit. He only thinks of himself. Men like him should be castrated! Maybe one day I will really kill him. And nobody will understand why.

my confession is this My elder sister wants to get married to this guy she loves. He is absolutely...

I'm afraid of my father. It's only been six or seven instances. When he pulled my hair. When he pushed my down the stairs and I caught myself. When he threw a box of electronic parts at me. When he was angry before dinner and threw his food on the floor and it flew in the air. When he threatened to break down the door and wouldn't stop pounding on it. (Actually this has happened multiple times.) When he yelled at me from downstairs while he was eating, and came upstairs to yell at me. He was holding a knife. He is really easy to irritate. Any little thing, any misunderstanding, can set him off. The thing is, the rest of the time he's pretty normal. Sometimes a quiet guy. But these bursts of anger-not only shown at me, but my siblings, and my mother (which used to be really bad), frighten me as who he is as a person. Will he one day wrap his fingers around my neck? Will he hit me? (As he apparently has to my mother?) What is he capable of? His yelling terrifies me.

I'm afraid of my father. It's only been six or seven instances. When he pulled my hair. When he push...

My parents are extreme social phobic. They're conservative, sexist, of having my things thrown around and taken away, of being beat, of having hateful things said to me for the rest of my life. But I have to come out. I have to know what they will do. I have to know if they will still love me. It's killing me, all the lying. I fought my own class phobia for so long, hated myself, hated that part of me, that I won't let anyone else treat me like that. I'm going to come out this summer.

My parents are extreme social phobic. They're conservative, sexist, of having my things thrown aroun...