Note.

I wore shorts today.

I walked out of the bedroom 3 times.

Father looked at my legs 2 times out of those 3 times.

Every single time I wear shorts or something short or something revealing on the top,

his eyes are always on me.

Always.

He has been doing it my entire adult life for as long as I can remember.

It fucks me up each time.

I shout at him each time.

But he never changes.

He even turns his head 360 degrees to look at my body.

He is just trying to hide behind the fact that he sexually assaulted me in the past because he wanted me to die.

The truth is not going to change, no matter how much he tries to suppress it with that excuse.

I saw the truth.

He looks at me like a ruthless vulture.

I shouted at him even today.

But I’m very sure that he is never going to change.

He sneezes without covering his mouth even now.

He speaks to mother disrespectfully and in a condescending manner even now.

He keeps bubbling with anger even now.

He’s never ever going to change.

I want to move out of this house away from that man and place as much distance as I can.