I have some memories about when i used to go with my dad to work on his car or truck and i would mess around. I just remember having a conversation with him, and the next day, he was gone and we didn't even know it until it was too late. I can just remember all that responsibility falling onto me and i was tasked with holding up the house. My mom got married with this douche of a stepdad and he slowly became an alcoholic who wouldn't work. We got away from him last October, right before my birthday. This October, my mom finally got fully separated from him. I was with her at the beginning of the divorce, she would drink a lot and cry about not doing us kids the correct way and i was there to comfort my mom and get everything together. I liked that feeling of freedom. I love my mom a lot and she's doing very well. I still remember some of those times where I would text my mom "I love you mom" while she wasn't with my old stepdad and she told me later that she was bawling in the car. I was always with her from the start. I still thank her for calling the cops the first time. I called on the cops the second time when he came back. Me or my mom still might have some images of the damage that he caused. I just hope that Me and my mom have a happy and bright future. the only sad thing is that my mom and my sister is the only family i have. and I'm truly happy to have such understanding and loving family that i can talk to without feeling that I'm being odd.

I guess you could blame my past of why I'm on here loving on everyone and hoping that I can bring happiness. I truly love you all. Sometimes i argue about certain things, but it's not in a mean vain. Sorry to anyone I made mad or sad.



Sorry for the long text It's almost 2AM and I'm feeling emotional.