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My life hast always been so easy, and it's currently not at all. My mother had 2 children with a man in the past, they went their separate ways after constant arguments. The kids moved in with their mothers parents while my step dad moved across the country and my mother stayed local. One night at a party, my mom met a very charming and handsome man named Andrew. He had a lot of money from being a professional tuna fishermen. Dazzled by his good looks and golden tan they hit it off, partying into the night my mom took Andrew to where she was staying (a sister house). From there I was conceived. With lots of excess cash, my mom and dad began to create bad habits, drinking and drugging was their rush. Soon Andrew lost his job due to his addictions and they were short on cash. Standing at 6foot 5inches my father was not a man to mess with, he began a long spree of robbing houses, cars, street dealers and innocent people in looks for his next fix. Andrew was ruthless, breaking into his old captains house and stealing all of their jewelry and safes, and for my mom... She was the getaway driver. After they ran out of places to steal from they both decided to start robbing known drug houses or "trap houses" with his brothers police uniform and gun. By this time I had already been born and my parents were semi stable, (my mother got clean before giving birth to me so I wasn't taken by child protection services). Making lots of money my parents got used to this life style, until one day. My mom was parked around the block waiting for my dad, like any other Robbery, this time it was a nonlocal drug house. (During this time my aunt was watching me) My father rushed in through the front door, and threw and occupant of this drug house to the floor. Demanding all the money and drugs with a gun pointed at this mans head my dad feels that something bad is going to happen. The hostage reached down and pulled out a badge! He was an undercover up at a sting house ran by the DEA. My mom decides to walk around the block and check on my father but sees him getting thrown into a police cruiser trying to resist arrest. Asking "what's happening to him!?" My mom quickly gets placed under arrest as well. Awaiting trial my father takes all of the wrap and my mother serves time in prison with 17 felonies. At this time my step dad had came back to raise us at my moms parents house. With constant pressure on his shoulders he became a heavy alcoholic. Soon after my mom gets house and is clean (grand parents are passed away), she admits my step dad into hospital and rehab over and over again for constant suicide attempts and alcohol detoxing. Breaking her sobriety with cocaine after my dad has 5 years sober she begging to spiral downward maintaining a job though. Quickly my step dad starts to relapse on prescription pills after crushing his hand at a construction job. Soon after he started drinking again too. With both of my guardians under the influence, my life started to get duller and duller. My mother, constantly admitting my dad back into hospitals and him always getting released and relapsing for 3 years detritus his body from the inside out. This past year he passed about in his sleep from respiratory failure. At this point my mother is living in a world of guilt, slowly losing more and more sanity each day. Can stately yelling at me and blaming me for everything when in reality it's all her fault. FYI My biological father is still locked up at this time and is set to be real eased in 2018.
That's my child hood summed up for you.(missing some parts)
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