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

“You’re not my daughter,” he said coldly. “You’re not my blood.”

My world crumbled. My father had punished me for something that wasn’t my fault, and my mother had stood by, knowing everything. I told him I was done and that he’d be hearing from my lawyer.

Now, living with Henry, I’m slowly rebuilding my life. I’ve filed a restraining order against my father and started legal proceedings. My mother tries to reach out, but I have no intention of speaking to her. She stood by and let me suffer when I needed her most.

I’m grateful to have Henry by my side. He’s been my rock, helping me find peace and laughter again. Without him, I don’t know where I’d be.