So today my dad kicked me out of my house. I got home from work and my bedroom had been raided and everything emptied. Drawers, wardrobes, everything was packed in to refuse bags and placed in the kitchen ready for me to pick them up.
I don't understand but I guess I never will. I'm writing this from my sister's house at the moment. I wrote a letter to him and left it on the kitchen bench explaining how he is a poisonous person, has pushed every member of his family away from him, has no respect for me and that the moment the plane to Dubai leaves the runway will be the happiest moment of my life as I'll be away from him and I wont be coming back to the United Kingdom. Gave him my house key and blocked his number from contacting my phone.
His loss.
