Dad’s “Love” Feels Like a Lockdown, Not a Blessing 😒🔒🤡

Everyone keeps telling me how lucky I am to have a dad who provides for me, but honestly? It feels more like I’m living under surveillance than in a loving home. He barges into my room without knocking, even if I’m half-dressed, and makes gross comments about my clothes—like I’m some kind of problem he needs to fix. If I pull away from his grip, he calls me names or acts like I’m the one being dramatic. Sometimes he even mixes up my name with my mom’s, which is just... weird. My mom says their relationship isn’t normal and wants us all in therapy, but I still depend on him for so much. How do you even start rebuilding trust or setting boundaries when your own dad is the one crossing the line? If you were me, what would you do? Seriously, I can’t be the only one feeling trapped like this. Let’s talk. 😤🙄🤔 #FamilyBoundaries #ToxicRelationships #TrustIssues #RomanticRelationships