I don’t think this is going to be funny for many people.

When I was growing up, my father was very rude to me. Although he shown the world that he loved nobody more than his only daughter, inside the house he behaved very badly. I was a teenager and was not a rebellious one, I was obedient, above average at studies but he hated me. Why? Because I outed his affair with his student to my mother and he absolutely despised me for that. One day while I was making tea, I asked my mother if she wanted some too, I didn’t realize he was sitting there as well so I didn’t ask him. But he started yelling and screaming at how disrespectful I was. I went back in the kitchen and worked on my tea while crying at the same time. He kept yelling at how he would kick me out of the private school he was paying for and throw me in an underfunded government school and if my teachers asked why I was being pulled out he would tell them what kind of a characterless girl I was.

There were knives near me, I really wanted to take one and stab him or myself or everyone in the house and end it all there. But obviously I didn’t. Instead when he went away talking rubbish and yelling, I peeled off some tar, that had accumulated on an old unused pipe under the stove, and put it in his tea, mixed it up and then took it out and served him the tea. That gave me so much pleasure. I hoped that he’d get sick or something but he didn’t. It didn’t make any difference on him but it gave me inner satisfaction.