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Old 10-25-2004, 07:08 PM
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Where do I begin, before I do I am a better person for all of it so here goes,

My father (bastard) abandoned me when I was 3, he decided he couldnt handle being a parent and had to many of his own problems. He died in a horrible carwreck when I was about 5. I have never forgiven him for leaving me and my mother but I am no longer bitter about it.

After that moving from trailer park to trailer park, (do I sound like Eminem?) my mother met a wonderful Nazi who used to use me as a punching bag during his fits of drunkenness and yea pretty much when he wasnt drunk too. I beat his fucking ass when I was about 15, he never touched me again, they divorced soon after.

My mother decided that her life needed to start over so she worked 70 hours a week to go buy Nieman Marcus and Marshall Fields bullshit and spend all her time with her boyfriends, I raised myself.

17 kicked out into the street because I wouldnt sit on the fucking couch whilst mother called my current girlfriend a hillbilly.

17-23 traveled, used alcohol and drugs to excess, probably should be in jail for some of the things I have done. Met the love of my life, we created a child, she destroyed it. I didnt stop her, so I am as much to blame. Became very bitter and angry at the world at times.

Somewhere in their I found my way and although it took a while to get on track, since my mid twenties I have done well for myself. I dont speak much to my mother and my sister, they have their priorities fucked up, material possessions are more important to them.

Guess I paid my karma check ahead of time.
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