Dad Told Me to Take Cold Showers with the Soap He Gave Me — When My Boyfriend Walked into My Bathroom, He Started Crying

From that moment, I couldn’t shake the insecurity. I avoided my boyfriend, Henry, and took multiple showers daily, scrubbing my skin raw with the soap. But no matter how much I washed, Dad kept saying I smelled bad.

The constant humiliation wore me down, and even more hurtful was my mother’s silence. She just stood by and let it happen, saying nothing as I spiraled into self-doubt.

Things took a turn when Henry came over to visit. He noticed I had been distant and asked what was going on. Hesitantly, I asked him if I smelled bad. He laughed, thinking I was joking, but I wasn’t.

Then he went to the bathroom and found the soap bar. His face changed the moment he saw it. “Where did you get this?!” he demanded. “This isn’t soap—it’s used to strip industrial grease and grime! It’s toxic, Amy.”

I felt my heart drop. How could my father do this to me? How could he knowingly give me something that would harm me?

Henry urged me to go to the hospital and report my parents, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I couldn’t accept that my father had done something so cruel. Instead, I asked Henry to help me move out. Within a few days, we were in a tiny apartment, and for the first time in months, I felt safe.

But I needed answers. So, I went back to confront my father. When I showed him the soap and demanded to know why he gave it to me, he smirked and said, “You needed to learn a lesson.”

That’s when the truth came out. My father revealed that while on vacation, a fortune teller told him my mother had been unfaithful. When he confronted her, she confessed that I wasn’t his biological daughter. Furious, he decided to make her—and me—pay.