My dad always wanted a son, but He got three daughters instead. He hated us all, hated my twin sisters, hated my mother… but hated me most of all because I was the last child my mother had before she died. That didn’t stop him from treating me like his little boy, didn’t stop him from attempting to beat the hatred of my own gender into me. Quit your crying, he’d snap, or you’ll end up like your sniveling bitch of a mother. After years of that shit, he was shocked that I grew up as a tomboy.