My parents aren’t exactly divorced, but they kinda are. My mom is gone Monday at 3am to Friday at 11pm because she has to travel all Over for her job (I am getting surgery on June 6th and she is taking that day off so she will get back Wednesday night leave again Friday morning). I only see both of my parents on the weekend. So I live with my dad.

He is CONSTANTLY talking about how I have become “fat” sense I got hurt in September and haven’t been doing cheer or much physical activity for that matter because I have knee problems and a torn tendon in my wrist, so there isn’t much I can do. Before I got hurt I was about 125, I am now about 135 depending on the day.

Today he really crossed a line, we went to Dairy Queen for dessert and when I was having my ice cream he said “I can tell you have gained weight in the past month. I can look at Prom pictures and the pictures at for friends graduation and you look fatter. You should not be eating this.” And then took it away from me and through it out in the restaurant! Then they asked if everything was alright and that they could make me a new one. And my dad said no, she changed her mind and gave him his money back.

We went to the beach a few weeks back and today he also brought up saying that the first time we went to the beach I look super cute and fit in my bikini, and now it just looks like I am a blob and it’s inappropriate for me to wear it in public.

A few months ago he would go around the house, in public slapping my butt. I would be on FaceTime with my friends in Utah and they would ask if I’m okay when he does it. It took me yelling at him to stop and kicked him back (it was that time of month) for him to actually listen to me. I would tell him all the time to stop and I don’t like it, it’s inappropriate. And he never would listen.

With my mom being gone all the time and I don’t get time alone with her it’s really hard for me to talk to my mom or her text her because all the texts go through to my dads iPad, and she works crazy hours so we don’t get to talk over the phone much. My mom and I are taking next Thursday and Friday to our selfs before my surgery which is when I plan on telling her about it and hopefully she can talk to my dad because it getting to a point where he doesn’t let me eat a after school snack anymore whether it’s pop corn, an apple, or a chocolate rice cake. I don’t know how much more I can handle of this. I can’t keep being hungry.

August

September (the week after I got hurt) (I’m the girl in the dark red top with a wrist and knee brace)

October

November

December (the tall one with glasses)

January

February

March

April (Prom, I’m the one in the dress) (I know it’s not the best picture, but it’s the one with the best lighting, it gets dark in Florida fast and when prom started it was already dark, we went to take pictures during the day then went to eat)

May (the prom pic and this pic are the two pictures he compared when he said that I look fatter then I did at prom)

May (This is the bikini he said is inappropriate for me to wear)

May (when we went to Wisconsin at the beginning of the month he said that I should wear leggings any more because I don’t have the right body for them)