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17-09-2005, 12:08 PM
My Lifes Been Pretty Rough So Far...Hardly Anybody Knows What i've Been Through So I Thought I Might As Well Let it out..Reply Back With What You Think.
My Life
I Was Born In A Hospital in Miami,Florida And I Got Treated Normally As Most Children Are When They Are First Born. 3 Years Passed And Me,My Mother,My Father My Sister And Brothers All Moved To The UK. A Few Months Later My Dad Walked Out On Us Leaving My Mother To Raise 4 Children By Herself. Then My Mother Met A Man Named Mark They Got On Quite Well And He Got On With All of The Family..Except Me. When i Was 4 When my Mother Was Out Shopping or Out With Her Friends...He Used To Send My Brothers And sister Upstairs Or Out With Their Mates(I was The Youngest) And Then When Nobody Was Around He Used To Hit Me or Shout At Me When I Hadn't Done Anything Wrong. He Done It Nearly Everyday He Didnt Hit Me Hard Because i Was Still Young And If I Got Badly Injured He Would Be The One To Blame. There Was Bruises And Cuts But Mark Said I Was Just Getting Clumsy And Tripping Over Things. This Lasted For 6 And A Half Years Every Year Getting Worse And Worse. I Tried To Tell Somebody but They Wouldn't believe Me They All Thought Mark Was Too Nice To Hit Me. When I Was 10 Mark And My Mother Split Up And My Father Came Back. In 2000 When i Was 11 My Sister And My Brother Went To Work in New York. In 2001 My Brother And Sister Died in The 9/11 Bomb Attacks. All of the Family Got Together And Had A Funeral For Them. Lots Of People Turned Up. In 2003 My Father Had Died Of A Heart Failure. My Family Was Splitting Up One By One. It Was Just Me,My Mother And My Brother. In December 2004 My Mother Met Up With a Familiar Face...It Was Mark, They Got Together And Mark Moved Back in. My Mother And Mark Are Still Together To This Day He Hasnt Hit Me But He Gives Me Evil looks And I Know Deep inside He Still Hates Me.
Those Are My 16 Years Of Hell.
And Im Sure Theres plenty More To Come.
My Life
I Was Born In A Hospital in Miami,Florida And I Got Treated Normally As Most Children Are When They Are First Born. 3 Years Passed And Me,My Mother,My Father My Sister And Brothers All Moved To The UK. A Few Months Later My Dad Walked Out On Us Leaving My Mother To Raise 4 Children By Herself. Then My Mother Met A Man Named Mark They Got On Quite Well And He Got On With All of The Family..Except Me. When i Was 4 When my Mother Was Out Shopping or Out With Her Friends...He Used To Send My Brothers And sister Upstairs Or Out With Their Mates(I was The Youngest) And Then When Nobody Was Around He Used To Hit Me or Shout At Me When I Hadn't Done Anything Wrong. He Done It Nearly Everyday He Didnt Hit Me Hard Because i Was Still Young And If I Got Badly Injured He Would Be The One To Blame. There Was Bruises And Cuts But Mark Said I Was Just Getting Clumsy And Tripping Over Things. This Lasted For 6 And A Half Years Every Year Getting Worse And Worse. I Tried To Tell Somebody but They Wouldn't believe Me They All Thought Mark Was Too Nice To Hit Me. When I Was 10 Mark And My Mother Split Up And My Father Came Back. In 2000 When i Was 11 My Sister And My Brother Went To Work in New York. In 2001 My Brother And Sister Died in The 9/11 Bomb Attacks. All of the Family Got Together And Had A Funeral For Them. Lots Of People Turned Up. In 2003 My Father Had Died Of A Heart Failure. My Family Was Splitting Up One By One. It Was Just Me,My Mother And My Brother. In December 2004 My Mother Met Up With a Familiar Face...It Was Mark, They Got Together And Mark Moved Back in. My Mother And Mark Are Still Together To This Day He Hasnt Hit Me But He Gives Me Evil looks And I Know Deep inside He Still Hates Me.
Those Are My 16 Years Of Hell.
And Im Sure Theres plenty More To Come.