What is going on everyone and welcome to our slash entitled parents now in today's first story an entitled dad doesn't let his own children go to school

Trust me that's not click-bates. You will see what I'm'm talking about it's a weird one how my father

tried to control me as a young girl or can I go to school f-no so I made a post the

other day about my father trying to force an arranged marriage on me and well a few people really enjoyed it and I thought I would share another story about my father.

Yeah guys I actually covered that one the other day as well. If you want to go and check out that video before you watch this one, then click the eye button right now to go and watch it.

I am a 29 year old Vietnamese Canadian immigrant female. I immigrated when I was 13 and I am and will always be the first to admit

I come from a very super privileged background. My father is a very entitled person. He believes his word is God. To be honest, it's not actually that abnormal in Vietnamese families,

but because of him I had almost no interaction from anyone my own age until I was nearly 15 years old.

He believed because I was his blood, I was above everyone else and should not mix with the common

garbage, his words.

Because of this, my view of the outside world was the estate we lived on. It was large. My grandparents lived there as well as most of his brothers and sisters, and the estate had several houses on it. But because of this I never had a chance to make a friend.

My father even forebowed me leaving the house in the daytime hours because he didn't want me to have dark skin because that would be low class.

I was lucky there was a change of scenery when I was 13.

My father worked for the family company and a business in Canada that would take years and

years. He wanted to leave us here with my

grandparents but my mother fought so hard, very hard every day to make him bring my

sister and I with them. When we, it was pretty much the same.

I was not allowed to leave the house.

I was not allowed to socialise and I had a private tutor.

My father did not even allow me to study English,

and there was definitely no way in heck I would be allowed to go to a Canadian school.

I have to mention one thing. My mother was an absolute fireball, completely a bad bar. She learned a lot of English in school and university and never stopped studying it.

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