Angels! This is a big one.
So I've had a very bad relationship with my father my whole life. He's been absent during most of it and when he was present he wasn't of much help. It was impossible to communicate with him and my mom would always manipulate him into turning against me.
My mom has been abusive for 6 years now. And whilst she stopped being physically abusive 3 years ago, she became financially abusive instead. My dad, even though he is physically and emotionally absent, has always provided for us. He pays for our schools, our phones, and religiously sends child support and often even extra money for clothes and entertainment. But mom hasn't been spending a single penny on us for the past three years.
I've been wearing the same three outfits, eating the same meals and basically living in poverty. She swore that my dad never sent her a penny for a year until I saw the receipt last December with my own eyes.
Now, my dad has never communicated with me. He only ever listened to my mom's side and thought for a year now that I was mentally unhinged, that I was planning to hurt my sister and that I was threatening her safety over money even though she spends more than he sends her on me.
I decided last month that I no longer wanted to live like this. To let that woman live her luxurious life with her husband and use me as a scapegoat. So I scripted that my dad got closer to me, and apologized for everything he did and that he spoils me.
Btw, I didn't script that directly. I was scripting for another thing and scripted that this happened before that other thing did.
I suddenly out of nowhere one random day, picked my phone up and texted dad for the first time after a year and a half. I didn't know why I did that, it was automatic.
My dad later called me, and the thing that I never imagined my dad would do happened, he cried in the video call and apologized to me and said that he wants to listen to me and that he wants me to live with him. Now if y'all knew dad you would genuinely think I'm lying. Last thing I expected from my father was to cry at the sight of me.
Weeks later we decided to meet up, and he asked me to tell him my side of the story. And now, he decided to directly provide for me and lost all trust in my mother.
Things have been genuinely getting better and better for me lately, and all those years of abuse feel worth it in a way.
Loa isn't made for the rich or successful, loa is made for the desperate, for the people who want change, and those who believe that they deserve better. Never doubt it.
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