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Dad Told Me to Take Cold Showers with the Soap He Gave Me โ When My Boyfriend Walked into My Bathroom, He Started Crying
Dad Told Me to Take Cold Showers with the Soap He Gave Me โ When My Boyfriend Walked into My Bathroom, He Started Crying
When Ameliaโs father gave her a soap bar and told her to take cold showers with it, she never thought he had an evil, hidden agenda behind it. Her world turned upside down when her boyfriend told her the horrifying truth about that soap.
Iโve always been Daddyโs little girl, but now I feel like throwing up when I say those words. Iโm not his little girl, and heโs not the man I always thought he was. Let me tell you why.
So, Iโve always been close to my father, like REALLY close. Iโm 23, and I lived with my parents up until a month ago because Dad never wanted me to move away.
He had given me the second floor of the house where I had my bedroom and a bathroom. Those two rooms of the house solely belonged to me. They were my safe space until the day Dad began to complain.
My father is one of those people with a personality resembling a coconut. You know, hard on the outside and soft on the inside. He has these strict rules and principles that he abides by, but he also has this empathy inside that makes him the best Dad ever.
โCharacter is built in discomfort,โ heโd always tell me. โYou gotta face the worst now if you want a life full of luxuries ahead.โ
But heโd also buy me chocolates and ice cream on days I didnโt feel good.
Meanwhile, my mother has always been the typical loving mom. Sheโs always ready for hugs and kisses and never says no whenever I ask her to cook my favorite pasta. She has always been a sweetheart.
However, I recently felt that my parents were not the same anymore. Over the past few months, they had grown cold, and the love and care had suddenly vanished.
Honestly, I sometimes felt like I was living with two strangers in the house. It felt like we had lost the connection we always had.
Then began the unnecessary complaints and nitpicking from Dadโs side.
โYou and your friends were too loud last night!โ
โYouโre staying out too late, Amy.โ
โYouโre spending too much on unnecessary things!โ
Then came the complaint that really snatched my self-confidence.
โYou smell horrible, go take a cold shower and use the soap I gave you!โ
I smell horrible? What? I thought. Where did that come from?
That was the day when Dad handed me this soap I had never seen before. It was a green, chunky soap bar that smelled a bit weird, but Dad had asked me to use it, assuring it would help get rid of the unpleasant body odor.
His words made me feel so self-conscious that I had even stopped hanging out with my boyfriend, Henry.
I often found myself smelling my skin, clothes, hair, and even my breath, just to check what made my father feel so uncomfortable around me.
I followed his advice and used that soap whenever I took a shower. Or, if I may put it correctly, I took five showers a day just to use that soap and get rid of the smell that had apparently been haunting my father.
I scrubbed my skin so hard that I stripped it of the moisture it needed. My skin had begun to look dry, scaly, and so rough.
Even then, my father said I still smelled like rotten onions.
โDid you use that soap, Amy? I donโt think you did,โ heโd say. โYou smell so bad.โ
What shocked me even more was that my mother didnโt say a word when Dad humiliated me like that every day. She didnโt say anything in my defense or stop me from being so hard on myself.
Mom and I had always been close. She was the only person I shared everything with since I was a kid. Iโd always tell her about my latest crush, my new boyfriend, and even the new slang Iโd learned at school.
I couldnโt believe it when she stood silently, avoiding my gaze, while Dad kept grilling me. I wonโt ever forgive Mom for not being there for me when I needed her the most.
I kept showering with the soap, and my clothes always clung to me because they were damp from the frequent showers.
Besides, I began avoiding my father. Iโd always scurry up to my room and lock the door whenever he returned home from work.