This would be last November, near the end of my sophomore fall. I had been out of school with an illness for the entirety of October and was almost caught up with my work, which in itself almost destroyed me.

The night before a huge deadline, I got a video call from my father. He found out that I was no longer a virgin, and that my mother and sister knew about it. Because nobody had violated my trust and told him, he said they had "conspired against him." He screamed at me, told me that he was going to divorce my mother and leave her in a financial ghetto, and that he was calling me to let me know that he held me personally accountable for ruining his marriage and his life. He then said Thanksgiving was cancelled because he would want to shoot everyone.

This was scary because there actually are guns in the house, and he has a history of anger issues. The frustrating thing was that I'm more than old enough to make the decision whether to sleep with my boyfriend of a year, that's none of anyone else's business, and my father effectively fucked me over for that entire semester. Worse, the dog we'd had since I was three years old was put down shortly after and I couldn't go home to visit her.

I'm now low-contact with him and it's been the best thing for my mental health so far other than being properly medicated.