I’m currently going to see the police for legal assistance on what i can do, because he’s crossed a line. This was my safe space, and now he’s trying to poison that too.

I’m sharing this because I need to protect what I’ve built, and I won’t let fear win anymore.

Now he’s obsessively trying to track me down. He found my old Trello board, it contained usernames and commission info from past clients, violating what little peace and privacy I have left.

My father is emotionally unstable and has subjected me to neglect, constantly using basic necessities like food and shelter as leverage, as if it isn't the bare minimum a parent should provide. ( my mother followed )

The house was falling apart — black mold, broken piping, and I was expected to clean up after everyone. I paid with the understanding that the money would go toward maintaining the home. Instead, they pocketed it — five months' worth — and called it rent.

When I told my father, he lashed out, demanding I pay $800/month to share a room with my sister — a space I had already been contributing $300/month towards, to help with bills and repairs they refused to handle.

Earlier this year, my family kicked me out for being gay — for choosing love, and my girlfriend, over them. In February, I visited my partner for a weekend. It was spontaneous, everything lined up perfectly, and I went. Despite a snow warning, I made the trip safely.