My mother left me at a young age and I hadn't seen her for years.

The last thing I remember of her before she left us is me opening my parents bedroom door to see my mum kicking the shit out of my dad. This replays in my head over and over. 

My dad did his 'best', which I've always been grateful for. I don't think I should be. Instead of taking me to therapy, from the age of 3 he pushed me to do piano, weekly. I didn't show any interest in piano, dispite excelling. $70 a week paid for something I don't even remember(did it for 10 years), why the fuck was a psychologist not even an option in his head?

He tells me all the time now that he knew something was wrong and would become worse, but he still just ignored it?

Fuck.