My dad wasn't around when I (16m) was a younger kid. I remember seeing him twice before CPS removed me from my mom. One time he was yelling at mom for taking me to see him without feeding me first and saying he didn't have time to feed me. The other was a time he showed up to take me out for the day and we sat on a park bench while he talked on the phone with someone.

Then when I was about 7 I was removed from mom because she was physically abusing me and the last time it happened my teacher couldn't ignore that it was abuse. My eye was fucked up and I had really obvious bruises and a cut that hadn't been taken care of. My dad ended up taking me in. He was married and had three stepkids by the time I moved in.

His stepkids didn't like the fact their mom married my dad and they didn't like that I was intruding. They had to make room for me and they hated it. For a while I shared with her youngest but he used to beat the crap out of me for being in his room so then her two sons got moved in together and I got a room to myself.

They'd hit me and stuff for "being in the way" or "annoying them". Her daughter loved throwing stuff at me. All I did was exist. But they were taking all their other issues out on me. They treated my dad similarly except hitting him. He was so crazy about his wife that he was okay with it happening or at least okay with staying while nothing changed. But I hated it. He'd tell me he was sorry it was happening but did nothing to take me away from it.

His wife pretended to care a few times and said her kids were wrong and she hoped I was okay. Then she told me she wouldn't choose me over her own kids and she wasn't going to ruin her relationship with them for me either. So I knew where I stood and that I better hope it didn't get worse.

Instead of getting closer to dad because he was there more and I lived with him I really started to hate him too. I knew he didn't care even if he said he did. I knew parents were supposed to protect their kids. And I knew he wasn't protecting me. His stepkids never let up on me. Even after they moved out if they come over they still treat me like shit.

I struggle a lot with not feeling like shit. I have a couple of friends and I struggle to socialize with anyone else. My grades aren't great. A lot of kids notice that I have a pretty nasty scar on my face and that my eye's weird looking from the injury mom gave me. My friends, they're twins, and their family's nice to me. Which helps and I sleep over there if my dad's stepkids are spending the night.

My dad noticed that when I stayed there the last time and he said he noticed I go to them for parental stuff instead of him and he wanted me to know I have him. That he's there for me. That he'll put me first. And he wants our relationship to get better. He said he loves me and all that other stuff. I told him I didn't believe him and he never proved any of that to me. He said he would. That he'd do better and I said how. He asked me what it would take. I told him to leave his wife, take me away from her kids who hate me and abuse me too, and put me first and make me his priority. I said that's what he can do if he wants to prove to me he gives a crap about me.

Dad said I was asking for too much and behaving like a spoiled brat expecting him to end his marriage when it's a happy one and he loves his wife. He told her what I said and she yelled at me before I left the house and went to my friends' house.

AITA?