Long story short:
My mother ran out of my life when I was 5 years old. I've never seen her since. It's just been my dad and me for most of the life I can remember. I love him. He is only 16 years older than me, so we've always been close but recently, things have been HORRIBLE.
I've been thinking and it's like he's always been more of a friend than a father and now all of a sudden, he's trying to be this "parent" figure, and I don't appreciate it. I've had to deal with all his girlfriends, his job changes and stresses, I've had to be his friend, and barely a daughter. It's not that he's irresponsible, but he has made me mature way too fast when I was younger.
And last night, he started screaming at me about how late I was (I came home around 1 am, which is not strange, it's happened before and he didn't care.) He practically backed me up into a wall, calling me disrespectful and sassy. So, I told him to fuck off, because he is acting completely insane.
Then he grabbed my arm and slapped me in the face.
I've never really fought with my dad before until yesterday, and no one has ever hit me before in my life.
He apologized to me but I don't know if I can forgive him.
I know I shouldn't have cursed at him but he shouldn't have hit me. How am I supposed to deal with this? More than the pain of him slapping me, it hurts me that he would lose control and ever want me to hit me like that.
What do I say? What do I do?
I can't stop thinking about what happened.
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