alzheimer

Nothing fills me with rage more than seeing my father sometimes, the fact his mental state has allowed him to completely forget all the times he hit me, or all the times he screamed until I cried so hard my eyes bled. I envy him, being able to forget; I'm not so lucky, all the scars and permanent injuries you've inflicted, they'll be there even after you're long gone.

Don't come into this house again, thinking I'm still the little boy you can hit because he can't stand up to you. I'm much bigger than you now, I can hit much harder than you ever could... and I promise, I'll make sure you feel what 18 years worth of beatings was like.