Syd
02-05-2005, 06:25 PM
Are you anxious or having some trouble at school or at home? Are you suffering from bullying? Here's the place to talk about it. All information given should be kept completely confidential, between the members of Habbox and yourself. I bet you're thinking, why should I tell this complete stranger my problems, he has no idea of what I'm going through. Well let me tell you something, I understand completely. Want to know why? Read on....
When I was born, my parents lived in a rough town in the suburban area of Manchester. 2 years later my mother had another baby, a little girl, I had a little sister to play with, she was beautiful, big beaming smile, two baby blue eyes, and feet that wriggled almost everywhere! A couple of years later, my parents began arguing, screaming at each other, demanding different things. I could look over to see my little sister with tears in her eyes, she didn't like what she was seeing. I'd take her upstairs hand in hand and I'd tell her a story. It was hard trying to tell her the story over all the noise coming from the floor below, plates smashing, mum screaming, dad swearing, but I used to think to myself "Mummy and daddy are ok, they'll be fine." But one day it all became too much for dad, he began hitting mum, whilst she was pregnant with my little baby brother. I was 4 at the time so as you can imagine I was worried that I wouldn't be able to play footy with my baby brother when he grew up. Mum used to come in the room with bruises all over her, she used to come up to us and hold us tightly whispering into our ears "I love you so much, I promise you this will end". Mum had made a mistake, dad thought she was trying to win us over onto her side, he started punishing us because we'd been talking to mum when he wasn't around. I thought to myself "Maybe if I wasn't nice to mum then he wouldn't hit me". It never worked, he used to come home staggering drunk, smelling of perfume. My mum eventually gave birth to my brother, he was such a small little guy, he had tiny toes, big hands and since he was born prematurely he was tiny. The same happened to him when he was older, soon we grew to think dad hated us. He used to come up to our bedrooms and say to us "If you talk to anybody about what I did then I'll leave you all." I was so scared if dad left then we'd never be a family. He stopped us from seeing our friends from school, and the rest of our family. When I was 12, I began to go off the tracks, of course I was in secondary school by then, I started smoking, taking drugs, drinking whenever we had alcohol. A couple of years later, I returned home to find my dad's car gone. I thought to myself "Has dad finally got a job?" I walked into the house, mum was sat on the sofa crying into a glass of whisky. I saw her mascara running down her face. I just thought I can't believe this, somethings happened between them. Mum explained everything to me, dad had left, he'd been sleeping with another woman, she got pregnant, and they were about to have their first child together. I told her to tell the police about what he'd done to the family, she wouldn't tell anybody, not even grandma or grandpa. A few years later, we sat down and read the local newspaper, my dad had been found hitting his new mistress. He was arrested and sentenced to prison for ten years, 8 for good behaviour. I am now 18 and it is 2 years before my dad comes out. When he does I'm going to make sure my family are kept safe and never have to see or hear from him again. I am very happy now, I have a girlfriend whom I love with all my heart. My sister is in college, and my brother is now in his first GCSE year. Me? Well I'm in the city of Florence, Italy, persuing my football career living with my best friend who's always been there for me.
So you don't think I understand? Fine, believe that, but I know what its like to have a rough ride. I've put it in my past, and yet I'm still here to tell my story.
REMEMBER : If there's something you don't want to talk about, DON'T, keep very personal things personal. This thread is here just to let you know you're not alone.
When I was born, my parents lived in a rough town in the suburban area of Manchester. 2 years later my mother had another baby, a little girl, I had a little sister to play with, she was beautiful, big beaming smile, two baby blue eyes, and feet that wriggled almost everywhere! A couple of years later, my parents began arguing, screaming at each other, demanding different things. I could look over to see my little sister with tears in her eyes, she didn't like what she was seeing. I'd take her upstairs hand in hand and I'd tell her a story. It was hard trying to tell her the story over all the noise coming from the floor below, plates smashing, mum screaming, dad swearing, but I used to think to myself "Mummy and daddy are ok, they'll be fine." But one day it all became too much for dad, he began hitting mum, whilst she was pregnant with my little baby brother. I was 4 at the time so as you can imagine I was worried that I wouldn't be able to play footy with my baby brother when he grew up. Mum used to come in the room with bruises all over her, she used to come up to us and hold us tightly whispering into our ears "I love you so much, I promise you this will end". Mum had made a mistake, dad thought she was trying to win us over onto her side, he started punishing us because we'd been talking to mum when he wasn't around. I thought to myself "Maybe if I wasn't nice to mum then he wouldn't hit me". It never worked, he used to come home staggering drunk, smelling of perfume. My mum eventually gave birth to my brother, he was such a small little guy, he had tiny toes, big hands and since he was born prematurely he was tiny. The same happened to him when he was older, soon we grew to think dad hated us. He used to come up to our bedrooms and say to us "If you talk to anybody about what I did then I'll leave you all." I was so scared if dad left then we'd never be a family. He stopped us from seeing our friends from school, and the rest of our family. When I was 12, I began to go off the tracks, of course I was in secondary school by then, I started smoking, taking drugs, drinking whenever we had alcohol. A couple of years later, I returned home to find my dad's car gone. I thought to myself "Has dad finally got a job?" I walked into the house, mum was sat on the sofa crying into a glass of whisky. I saw her mascara running down her face. I just thought I can't believe this, somethings happened between them. Mum explained everything to me, dad had left, he'd been sleeping with another woman, she got pregnant, and they were about to have their first child together. I told her to tell the police about what he'd done to the family, she wouldn't tell anybody, not even grandma or grandpa. A few years later, we sat down and read the local newspaper, my dad had been found hitting his new mistress. He was arrested and sentenced to prison for ten years, 8 for good behaviour. I am now 18 and it is 2 years before my dad comes out. When he does I'm going to make sure my family are kept safe and never have to see or hear from him again. I am very happy now, I have a girlfriend whom I love with all my heart. My sister is in college, and my brother is now in his first GCSE year. Me? Well I'm in the city of Florence, Italy, persuing my football career living with my best friend who's always been there for me.
So you don't think I understand? Fine, believe that, but I know what its like to have a rough ride. I've put it in my past, and yet I'm still here to tell my story.
REMEMBER : If there's something you don't want to talk about, DON'T, keep very personal things personal. This thread is here just to let you know you're not alone.