~NickArtistFox00

Hello Guys, Nick here.



This will be a very very difficult journal to do, as i am going to tell some truths about someone who i've onced loved as my "Father". This journal will be divided in 2 chapters.



Before i start, i'm not going to say his name for private reasons, but i can assure you all, the mental damage that he caused against me for over these all years is really serious, letting me even scared that he could do anything against me and my whole family, but i'm sure that he won't do it, since he is a coward. Well, let's begin.



CHAPTER 1: THE UNNECESSARY VIOLENCE AGAINST ME.



From the time I was born, my “father” didn't have a very good head on his shoulders, sometimes when he showed himself to be a good father, I believed him, because he had been in my and my sister's head for MANY years. I'm not going to lie, he and I did have some good father-son moments, and I'll keep it forever in my memory, but it's not just good times that I remember. There were a lot of good moments, but there were sometimes that he made things that made me really traumatized.



When I was young, i did some stupid and silly things on my part, i recognize that, after all, i didn't knew better about a lot of things. But answer me this: is that any reason for him to keep hitting me for many years, rubbing me on the floor, slapping me in the face, and on top of that, beating me with a belt, to the point of leaving me bruised?! Yes, you haven't seen wrong, he did all this when I was just a helpless child, and worst, i kept it all to myself for many years, because i was afraid of what this guy could do against me.



There was a time that i was very curious about some of the accessories in our first car, which was a used car by the way, and I, like a curious child, saw that it had a cigarette lighter, went to test it on a bench, and it ended up leaving a small mark, and I was very scared, but it took a while for this guy to realize it, and believe me, when he did realized that, he reacted REALLY bad, making me have panic attacks in my town's library. Keep in mind: i was only 10 years old in that period. After that, he promised he wouldn't hit me, and I believed him. We got into the car so I could get ready for my karate class, and as we turned left into the street, he immediately SLAPPED me across the face, he kept hitting me until we got home, when we arrived, i immediately ran to my room, and saw that I didn't have a key, unfortunately... Conclusion? He came into my room and beat me really badly with a belt, leaving me with a lot of bruises... And it doesn't stop there, as soon as he wanted to put an ice over the bruises that HE HAD CAUSED ON ME, i was complaining of pain, and he hit me again, and said that if I told my karate teacher about what had happened, he would beat me even more, but worser, I ended up not being able to do the class properly...



CHAPTER 2: THE ALCOHOL PROBLEMS AND THE VIOLENCE AGAINST MY MOTHER.



He always had a problem with alcohol, even mixing some drinks, for example, he would drink beer and whiskey on the same day, which bothered not only me and my sister, but also my mother, who was and still is his favorite victim of psychological violence, but believe me, he used to commit a lot of physical violence against her. Not to mention, guys, that my "father" got her pregnant by my older sister when he was 20, and she was SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD. Yes, believe it or not, he did that, and worst, BEFORE THEY EVEN GOT MARRIED.

Well guys, do you know the wedding oath?



"I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honour you all the days of my life.”



Well, let's just say that he didn't take this oath very seriously, because he was (and still is) a womanizer, i'll tell you more once i finish the Alcohol subject.



Still on the subject of alcohol, although he drank too much, he had stopped for a while, for long, long years, making us believe that he was really going to change, since he was having a political career, becoming a councillor in my town. Everything was going well, until someone called “Pedro Toledo”, also known as "Pedrinho", appeared in his life.



He really changed my “father's” life for the worse, making him go back to the way he was slowly, and slowly, and slowly... until, during the pandemic, when my mom, sister and I were with Covid, he went so far as to go out drinking with this guy, not giving a damn about us. A year before this happened, he and I had started playing ball again, since we were 100% vaccinated against Covid, everything was going well, until this “Pedrinho” showed up for our happy hour, and I thought “This is going to end very badly”. Anyway, I'd made my dinner, and I wanted to go home straight away, but he didn't want to, he just wanted to drink with this bastard. Then one of his friends, called “Eduardo”, asked me to go for a drive in his car, which was a Volkswagen Passat. In case you didn't know guys, I'm a huge fan of cars, both old and new. So we went for a drive, and I was impressed by his car. But when we got back, I saw that my “father” didn't look very nice, he was angry about the situation, of course, he was drunk, and I panicked, trying to get one of his friends to come with me to take me home, but he couldn't, unfortunately.... On the way home, he started swearing at me about everything, everything, hitting the front seat, hitting the dashboard of the car, calling me “faggot”, “gay”, just because I HAD TAKEN A RIDE IN HIS FRIEND'S CAR. Obviously he told me not to tell my mother, like the coward he is.



Now, returning to my mother subject: It wasn't that unusual for him to run away from home when the three of us were asleep, he often went to the bar to drink all the time and flirt with a lot of women.



Once we discovered one of his mistresses, he got so angry, but so angry, that, thinking he was the master of reason, he kept smashing my mother's arm with the sofa, waiting for an answer from her about who had told her about his lover. This was one of the causes of her chronic arm movement problems, as well as a lot of manual labor in my grandmother's bakery. Four years later, after a wedding party for one of their friends, he went to a barbecue in the same place where the party had been held the day before by his own, we were surprised at his delay, until we found out that he was cheating on her again. Until he came home drunk and gave her a huge beating, slapping and punching her, even breaking her arm. After that, he took me for a walk, and when I tried to say something, he made me keep quiet, preventing me from saying what I thought of the situation...



Years went by, and he was getting better, until, as I said, this Pedrinho appeared, and he started acting strange again, since last year. He once again started to mistreat me, my mother and my sister, just like on the past..



Back on November 30th, 2023, my mother were picking the clothes that she washed, and she were going to put the clothes inside her wardrobe. Everything was okay and fine, until.. she smelled something unusual coming from my father's T-shirt, she went to check and discovered that it was the smell of women's perfume along with a piece of a woman hair, which made her very angry. After finding out, she went to him to ask him what it meant, he wouldn't answer, even though she wanted to know the answer, so she went to their bedroom, and took all his clothes, my father tried to stop her, but he couldn't, so what did he do? He started filming her, to try to embarrass her, so she went and threw the clothes in the backyard, which I thought was very well done, because my father had been treating my mother badly for a long time. So, after that, my father continued to film her, and she called me and my sister over so we could talk, the three of us sat down at the table, but my father refused to sit down with us. My mother started throwing some truths in his face, because he already had a history of coming home late, sometimes drunk, going to another city every month, and treating her badly when we went to the concert on November 4th. My father began to defend himself, because he didn't have a single valid argument, because he knew it was true. My mother then recalled all the times he had cheated on her, mentioning a few names of women he had spoken to in the past, but when he heard this, he left the room. This ended up affecting me, because he also kept picking on me, even though i wasn't saying anything to him.



But that's not all, A few days passed, we thought he was going to change and such. Our Christmas and New Year were okay, both two did traveled together.... until May 2024. Both of them were going to buy a new car, since we already were wishing to change it, then, they started to look at the cars, until we chose a certain one from the same brand, VW, and okay, everything was good, we did sold our old car, until we discovered something in the same thing, he did came back really late from the other city, thing that he wasn't doing back before. Then, in the next day, my mother wasn't feeling well, then, my father asked if they were going to a friend's house, thing he was planning to make it in that day, my mother said she wasn't feeling well, so she couldn't go there, but.. my father returned to treat her bad, and yes, he was DRUNK, she cried really silently, thing that made my father wanting to cancel the car purchasing, but my mother stopped him to do it. (Yes, we are with our new car)



A few months passed, during that interval, he started to drink, drink, drink, drink and drink, thing which made him coming back home very late, then my mother said: "That's enough", and made him sleep in the sofa of the living room from our house. He tried to resist, but he did accepted the fate.



There was even a time my grandma offered some Soda for him, but guess what he said? "I only drink Cachaça." worst of all, he said it in a proudly way. Until a day where everything started to get wrong on his side. He took me to another city so that I could unblock a bank application. Minutes later, while I was waiting to be called, he came and sat next to me, I was browsing on my iPhone, when suddenly, without me having any intention, I discovered that he was chatting on Whatsapp with a girl called “Giselle” He didn't notice, but I only saw her name, not the conversation itself. At this point, i wasn't even surprised, since there were some people in my town saying that he was going to leave my mother after the mayoral elections to be with a "younger woman." My father is 50, and this Giselle girl is 32.



Can you imagine venting all your heartfelt feelings to your own father, only to be told to “fuck off”? Well, that just happened to me. I sent a long text to him by email, saying that it was him who caused the situation that my family and I are now going through, because we found out that my father is not only cheating on my mother, but on his own family. I spoke with all my heart, I was sincere the whole time, and what did he do? He was super rude to me and told me to fuck off. Is that the right way for a father to act?



CONCLUSION:



These are just a few proofs that he's not a good person at all, but yes an HORRIBLE PERSON, he's a person who manipulated me for many, many years, influencing me to deify him, but now I've changed, I'm a different person, I'm not going to let him manipulate and influence me anymore. NEVER AGAIN.



See ya.