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My father accused me of not being sick while I had a heart attack.

Back in 2017, when I was just 17 while I had a heart attack. Back in 2017, when I was just 17,

I had a heart attack. It happened on Christmas Eve of all days. Instead of getting support from my

family, my father accused me of making the whole thing up for attention. I hate attention at family

gatherings. I was rushed to our local hospital and things were so serious they had to transfer me by ambulance to a larger hospital in the city because they couldn't treat me locally. You'd think that would have been proof enough that this wasn't some ploy for attention, but no. I ended up needing surgery and I went through a tough two-month recovery period.

It was one of the most physically and emotionally challenging times of my life.

Through all of that, my father never once visited me in the hospital.

He was too scared and ashamed to show up and he's never apologized for how he treated me during one of the worst moments of my life. To this day,

we don't speak. I've cut him out of my life because I realized I deserve better than a parent

who accuses me of faking a life-threatening medical emergency. Uh yeah, I feel like your last

sentence there, O.P, really does sum up this entire thing. Why would you ever want someone like that in your life?

Imagine you're about to die, you're dying, your heart is failing, and your dad just goes,

stop messing around, man, like you're fine, just chill, stop trying to get attention, your little rat.

The anger would just be, oh, palpable.

Family calls me to get me to go back home. I reveal the reason why I left. So, I've left home. I'm more or less homeless, and lodging in a hotel that a friend paid for, God bless his heart. This is due to my mum physically assaulting me for the first time since my dad died. That reason is a story for another day. She slapped me three times and my face

got swollen, so I left four days later. I'd already been planning on leaving later this year because

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