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shit is bad and getting worse
Date: 7/29/2011 11:38:53 PM ( 13 y ) ... viewed 90732 times ok so i have never done this before...i mean write on the internet for everyone to see. I am very honest and will tell my whole story here. some things are very messed up and some you wont believe but its my life so please dont judge!
I am now 28 yrs old, with 2 kids, engaged and not working! Im happy but not completely!
I was a good kid who had everything I could want, sports, music lessons and great family, brothers and sisters and a few friends. Yes my family was close but alot of the times there were issues, yes i know every family has issues but I feel like my family was messed up. My parents adopted 5 kids, as my dad couldnt have biological kids. They were hard working foster parents who took 5 of us as their own. My dad never wanted kids, you can tell he only did it for my mom. So yes the family was close but not my brothers faught, my lil brother and I we teased and picked on (cause we were brown) and i watched my dad fist fight one of my brothers. yes screwed..... my parents gave us everything. my oldest brother was sucessful in school, and business, my sister was always great at everything. She was a coach at trackand field for the city of calgary, went to teach gym at high schools and got married to a women...yes a women. i know when i was like 14 i could tell, and when she told me i said i knew and i dont care. family is family. she went on to be an olymic coach in salt lake city for the first canadian womens bobsled team, and her wife was the break athlete. so very sucessful and known.... now my middle brother was the wild one..i looked up to him, he was cool, tough and a black sheep like me! he screwed up bad lots which caused my family to be very distant and dissapointed in him.he left home and ran with the big boys in calgary. He was a tough guy no one fuked with. Respected and known. I was puney, ugly and fat. I was called Monkey from kingdergarden until grade 10! i has bad hair hand me down clothes and no friends.i was picked on and beat up all through school.... finally i had enough! I left home, joined the cool kids who ran the streets, drugs and bars! I was 14!... more to come
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