My dad and I have a pretty complicated relationship. I grew up getting cussed at, whooped, and disciplined in a fairly "bully-ish" way. 60% of the time, my dad is a cutthroat bastard who I can't stand, and the other 40% are the genuine moments of kindness that I wish I got more of. I'm not saying my dad is this big bad bully, because he's not. He's just very rough around the edges and he's extremely petty. If I'm staying with my grandparents and I don't call him at a certain time, he blows up the phone and starts whining about how it makes him feel and he tries to spin it around and ask how I would feel if he did that to me, (truthfully I wouldn't be upset). I'm not gonna sugarcoat the relationship that I have with my dad, because there have been times where I've wanted to use my baseball bat and bash his head in, there have been times where I've wanted to pour peroxide and alcohol in his drinks, and there have even been times where I've contemplated on running away. But due to the fact I'm a black child, none of this shit would fly, especially with my crazy-ass dad. I'm so glad that God has given me more confidence because now I'm able to stand my ground to a certain extent when it comes to my dad.