[stubbornforgey]

however ..it never once crossed my mind
to ever hurt myself...becos..it wasn't my fault.
I almost died walking the 10 miles to my brothers farm..the amount of blood loss..
ripped..to shreds..however the hell i made it to him.
My brother put it down to sheer determination not to be beaten down ..and he was right..
When my baby was born..it made me even more determined..and only being a child myself..
Also..not once did i feel hatred..only pity
cos at the end of it all ..father dearest lost all of his children and our total respect.
When he got out of prison and tried to contact us...we heard this big man sobbing like a child..
my brother wished him well and hung up..that was our last contact till we heard that he had passed away..
The day they were to bury him..my brothers sent me to Aus ..not for a holiday but to get me out of thier fucking hair cos i kept chasing girly ppl away.
Yes...my big brother is my god and keeper and although he has just turned 50 ..(nov 1st)..he still tells me off and i still go over to his house n just help myself to his wallet..his food..his car..
and all he does is shake his head when i upset his wifey ..the bitch.

'stubborn mumbles'