I killed my father today. Since I can remember he's been addicted to Heroin, Diazepam, Methadone and a few other things

I killed my father today. Since I can remember he's been addicted to Heroin, Diazepam, Methadone and a few other things.
>Age 8. Dad comes home off his face again.
>Mum and dad take heroin (Spoon and filter)
>Have to comfort my 4 yo brother whilst they show us how to shoot up
>"You're old enough to be punched now"
>He beat us
>FFW a few years, I'm 15, smoke weed & Baccy
>Dad comes home off his face, beats us, tries to stab mum
>Days later he's in prison for shoplifting
>Me and my brother talk to her, tell her how bad it is
>"I love him!" You're putting drugs before your children
>Years later we're living off ketchup & bread
>Dad and mum shoot up in front of 6 yo brother
>I argue, I've had enough.
>"Fuck off OP, I need it! He has to learn for when we can't shoot anymore, he can help us since you're ungrateful!"
>We fight. Dad's head cracks open on the workspace
>Goes to hospital then prison.
>Mum is clean, has a new partner who helps her
>Mum is healthy and acts like a responsible adult
>I don't forgive her.
>Dad is out. Stalks mum and pulls knife
>"You can call yourself a Dad when you're clean and act like a fucking adult."
>Looks me dead in the eyes.
>"One of these days you'll use and come crawling to me!"
>FFW to today. 1 hr ago my Dad was pronounced dead.
>Got pure Heroin through weed dealers
>His flat door is always open since he's always off his face.
>Stinks of shit, a matress, needles and potnoodle
>I inject a huge dose, Dad wakes up and looks at me
>Inject second huge dose
>Third
>Look him in the eyes
>"Despite everything, I love you Dad... I hope you can find the peace in death that you couldn't in life. I forgive you.
>Fourth dose, mouth is foaming
>Leave for the park
>Burn latex gloves, surgical mask and clothes
>Change into fresh clothes
>Came home to my wife and son
I cried for hours. I'm not going to act all tough and say it was easy... There are moments of happiness that I had with him, he was a dad to me... I knew he would never change.

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I hope it's true, user.

I always tried my best to reason with him, to show him that what he was doing ruined our lives but there was no hope... he wouldn't stop. He sold our toys and clothes just for drugs to the point where we had a set of clothes each (Shirt, trousers, underwear, socks.) And ate nothing but a couple slices of Tesco value bread with Tesco value tomato sauce. My Mum is in a much better place since they split. Dad used to work hours and hours of slave labour (No exageration) For one hit. I'd see him sat on the street when out with freinds, off his face, laughing and talking to no one and a needle in his arm... His legs and arms got so bad he'd inject into his pubic area.

I don't know if I'm going to get caught, I don't care if people know... I just wanted him to be gone permanently, I'm sick of him infesting my life and my brothers lives. This seemed like the only way. I didn't want to do it but there was nothing else I could do, I'm not a killer - I can't attack him. He loved Heroin, I wanted him to die doing what he loved

Sound like a though life. How are you holding up now?

Does your wife know anything, are you planning on telling your story to her?

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It's almost 1AM so I'm not going to be active until tomorrow. Feel free to comment or tell me how I'm a neckbeard liar, I couldn't care less what you think, I just needed to tell someone
My wife knows everything, just not the fact I took his life or was ever planning to, I couldn't do that to her. I'm not doing so great man, it seemed easier before I actually did it, I'm just sorry that there wasn't any other way

Have fun in jail

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I didn't take pictures of his corpse, you must understand that this wasn't something I wanted to do or something I took any kind of pleasure in, it was the only thing I could do

>tabs
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