Life
My Life was not as fun as I hoped. At the time life was something of a nightmare and for as young as 4 year old could remebering sitting in a garage wait for the rents to stop fighting. Peeking upon this and seeing a towering book case made of thick and strong materials on the floor and papers everywhere. My dad devoiced my mother. Flashing dreams forward confusing for memories but memory confused for dreaming. My mind has and always ways will race making everything harder for one to do anything right. So Trouble was on every waking step I took as a child and was my cloak that hung on my the rest of my life. From 5-7 I spent most my time getting into normal trouble any kid would and getting the angry boot(belt or hand which hurt more) every time. when my dad came back into my life thing changed even more so The rent wars began. 7-12 was more pain then happness due to the fact neither rents had real parentin skills and punishments were uneven. Age 13 my life changed I cracked and my soul divided. (muti personalities) I struggled fighting myself in every aspect that I was a thief for a time. Take for the sake of taking and not really caring why or if I would get caught. for a long time my relationship with my Dad was rocky and I thought my mother the victim by both father and step father. So at the age of 18 I moved to my mothers house to help her out. More pain then I ever thought came from these years til the age when I finnaly saw my mother for what she was. She was the very core of the war of the rent the soul malstrom that rattled my step fathers cage. I'll continue laters in part two if anyone cares.