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Causes of a Toxic Person

I used to deny my dad as being "Toxic". I made it seem like in my head that my dad was the best person to walk this planet. I never really saw his true colors, until I started understanding what my mom did not want me to know. My dad made me feel like everything was my fault. When in reality he was at fault for making me feel that way. Not to mention he made my mom feel worthless so he could feel good about his self. The causes of my dad being a toxic person are cheating along with lies, emotionally abusive towards my mom, and then abusive towards me. My dad always flirted with other women. He even messaged different women on Social Media. I remember my mom crying when she found out about the messaging. My dad would always say, "it was a joke, I am not seeing anyone!". My mom did not think it was funny at all. He had messaged these two other woman saying, "I want to be in the middle and you two …show more content…
My mom got a job in Houston at an apartment complex. I decided the best decision would be to move in with my dad. He stayed single up until about a year after I moved in. It was good until his girlfriend, Misty, moved in. Misty was the controlling one in the relationship I would have to say she was worse than my dad. I was putting my basketball uniform in the washing machine then Misty comes up to me and yells because I wasted detergent and more cloths could have went in there. My dad did not take up for me when she was controlling me. I was his kid and did not think it was right for her to discipline me. My dad called on me so I went in their room. I ignored Misty because I was tired of her trying to be my mom. For not listening I got held down on the bed and with my dads right hand I got beaten in the head three times with his fist. I tried running away to get help but my dad and Misty hid the keys from me. They also took my phone away from me so I could not call for help. As I sat in my bed
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