[Mekatra]

Trigger Warning: Abuse and Violence

So my husband and I moved in with my parents a several months ago because my mother asked us to. My father and I have never gotten along. He was horribly verbally abusive throughout my life and any time I stood up to him he would smack me across the face, restrict my meals and lock me in my room until the next morning for school. So needless to say, the idea of moving back in with him has been a mental minefield. But my mother begged me for two years to move up here with her, and when we needed to move anyway I relented and we did.

Cut to last night. Dad had been drinking all day, was already pissed off because someone else that he couldn't start shit with had been snarking off to him. He had been needling me all day, calling my transgendered husband the laziest girl he had ever seen, (after we worked all day building a stone retaining wall where the had accidentally broken it with a bulldozer earlier that week) asking me when I was going to start doing some real work... and then I went up to help my mom move something and when I came back he had taken the food I had made for dinner. All of it. Did not leave a SINGLE thing for anyone else despite the fact that I had made enough for four people. I went to go get it from him and grabbed the pan to bring it back down. He followed after me saying if I was going to live under his roof I had to start respecting him and when I tried to hand him a bowl of food in the kitchen telling him to just go away and eat he shoved me against the counter and punched my face. My husband saw this happen and jumped on him and he starts beating my husband across the face. I broke a couple bowls over his head trying to get him to get the hell off of Goat while he's still just wailing on him. My mom and I finally manage to drag him off and my husband and I start up the driveway, going to leave and he follows after me and grabs me again. I fight back until I manage to get away and run up the hill.

We went to a friend's house for the night and my mom came to check on us, letting us know he had thrown all our stuff at the top of the driveway. We haven't gotten a chance to check if he broke our computer or anything else yet. The friend we're staying with is going to let us rent her guest room for a couple months as soon as I find a job.

He took more damage than he did, just a few bruises on the both of us, but I can't even imagine ever speaking to him again after this. I gave him one chance after every one told me he had changed, but he's gotten worse, not better. We're safe for now, but things are a little weird for a while until I get settled into a job and see if our computer is still working.

I'm not asking for sympathy or advice, just needing to tell someone I guess. I was raised to fear the cops, so the thought of calling them never even occurred to me and I sure as hell am not going to do it now.