Dear reddit, I hate my dad. Before i was born my elder brother was suffering from heart failure. Due to no one willing to donate their whole heart to Masmus(his name) and he had I believe 2 years left but I'm not sure they decided the best alternative was to make another child and take that child's heart (idk the logic in that) that child was me but masmus died one month before I was born. I was born a premature baby. My father was furious. Growing up my father showed me nothing but hate and neglect, blaming me on the death of my elder brother. He hated me. My mother was an okay mother, she maintained my birthdays and stuff but was to much in love with her husband. However, on my 5th birthday was my last day of being happy and pure. At 11:15pm my father told my mother that he would bathe me and tuck me in that night so she went to sleep . He took me into the bedroom and started taking off my dress and underwear. He sat on my bed and sat me on his knee and lowered his hands to down there. I didn't understand what he was doing but it didn't feel right....it hurt. When I asked him what he was doing he said that it's alright that all father's who love their daughters do this and it's normal and it's our little secret. At that moment i was happy that my father was showing me some sort of attention. As the days went on he came in every night at 11:15 it turned from touches to him making me suck him or him sucking me to rape. As I said I didn't know it was wrong until one day when I was 9 these people came to our school and speaker about our nono parts... I felt dirty. Speaking of school, it was never good for me because my father would go on for hours every night so I was tired and always fell asleep in school. My mother never suspected anything . At the age of 13 my father died. But I wasn't free. My mother married another monster. An even worse monster. But that's a story for another day.