My father was the same. He expected me to be a little soldier, I wasn't allowed to 'cop an attitude' (the term wasn't known then, I guess it's something cool you learned in the army) with him but he was allowed to run me down, call me every name he could think of or make up, run down my friends and cousins, he could run down everyone else right in front of me, he could say horrible things about my beautiful mother (she's deaf, so she didn't know and I didn't dare tell her). He got the inch away from my face and yelled (sorry...what was it...assert your voice?) until I thought he was going to have a heart attack, one time it was because I had the AUDACITY to have a seizure when he was alone with me. I didn't have the touching advantage that if I was nice he'd give me a hug (oooh daddy, thou are just toooo kind!) I am your daughter, 27 years from now... 
 
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Get away from me and stay away. I can't stand the look of you, I can't stand the smell of your clothes, your breath, the feel of your breath on my face, the closeness of you. I couldn't even stand the smell of food cooking because that meant you were coming home and I had to sit at supper with you while you shouted at me, wagging your fork, food flying from your mouth...I wasn't hungry too often but you made me sit there while everyone else ate. You gave me hell for sleeping under my bed when the reason I did that was because I wanted to get away from everything, you just bought me a bed that was too low to get under. You were a cancer. The worst kind because I couldn't hack you off and throw you away. There were no medicines I could take to be rid of you, you just ate away at everything I was. I still hate the sound of your voice. I hate the smell of you, I hate the smell of food cooking but you know what...daddy-o? I made a liar out of you. Because I'm still here. 
 
I live alone. Perhaps it's because you said I was such a slob that nobody would love me. I'm not a slob, I'm not diligent about puting things away but it's not dirt (I don't like cooking smells in my house so I don't cook a lot) but mostly it's because my best memories were not spent in a house full of people, they were always when I was alone. I love my independance. YOU, on the other hand couldn't live alone because you never did. You went from mummy, to navy, to wifey and when mum goes out of town, she makes you little TV dinners because she knows you're helpless without her.  
 
I have a job. I have HAD a job since 1980. Took a year off because you finally caused me to go mental but I worked my way back and I've had a job ever since. I take HOME $2500 a month. So much for your telling me I wasn't going to amount to anything. I must say, I've surprised myself there, not bad for an high school drop out is it? 
 
In the past three years, people I don't even know (Dr. Phil included, as well as many people on this message board) have taught me things that if you DID try to tell me, I couldn't hear it for the shouting and saliva hitting my face. Maybe they're all teaching me the same things you figured I was too stupid to learn that you had to say everything over and over again.  
 
So now all of a sudden in family outings, you make like I'm your pride and joy. We all know the truth, daddy-o, you're not fooling anyone. You spent 18 years telling everyone what you really thought of me, do you think THEY forgot? Any time we're out and you figure you're going to put your arm around me, I let you, but I cringe. I'll play nice for mum and the others but you showed me all along that you feel I'm not worth anything., you reinforced it at top volume every day, do you think *I* was deaf, too? 
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So, Sargeant Dad...I hope you enjoyed your tour into the future. I hope Robyn will take it a bit better than I did. It took 'til I was 30 to learn that my dad was the toxin, there was nothing I could do about it. and then another 5 years or so to learn to keep it in when I was in company and write it down and burn it when I couldn't handle it anymore. Mostly, I had to learn to make a family out of friends and strangers because I knew they could love me more.