Life Story · 11:19am May 24th, 2014
In light of some of the feels I have write now, I thought I'd just give you all a condensed and simplified as I'm going to miss out alot of things biography of my life, before I do that, I'm not asking for sympathy or anything like that, this is just something so you guys can ... understand/know me a little better I guess. OK, ere goes.
I was born in England, my mum married to my father. I had an older sister and brother from my mother's previous marriage. Things were OK, pretty smooth, I was a baby, it's not like I can recall on a lot of things other than my childhood dog Kiarra who was a Mastiff X Ridgeback (R.I.P baby girl)
When I was 3 my younger brother was born, and little problems started there, my older sister didn't want anymore siblings, like most children I was not happy with losing attention, thus straining on the relationships within the family. By the time I was 5 my parents were divorced, and using me and my younger brother as claiming rights in a war, the fact that I was snow living in Wales miles away from my dad made little difference, though he rarely spoke to me and my brother, abandoning us when he lost the battle.
During these years I adjusted to not having a dad, why my mum was upset a lot, and being an English girl in a Welsh school.
School was easy, I take no, and I mane no shit, and soon I was friend and one of the "popular" kids, but at this time I wasn't a bitch. (yet) In the years that followed things gt better, until mum met my new father, who took us all on as his own. Finding out about this my old father starter to make contact again, and as a young girl I was oblivious to the things going on. Me and my brother went to visit every summer, and wither Easter or Christmas to see him, thus again starting up the war. Soon I was old enough to know was was going on, and started to refuse to see my father, that and he got re-married to a woman I despise. My mum also married my new father, and had the last addition to our family came my baby brother. (Who's not 8) My sister is an adult and works, my older brother is in the army while the rest of us were in education.
Up and till last year things were smooth, my brother had been diagnosed with A.D.H.D and Epilepsy, he also hates our fathers wife do to some awful things she's said and done, so on his 14th birthday he got a card from them. My brother flipped, 1. his head wasn't in the right place, 2. we'd been having issues from them. When our dad called he blew up, since then our dad has made NO contact,but sent my brother a card again this year, to which my brother looked at it and threw in the bin. In the time of no contact is when my brother was diagnosed with epilepsy, we tried to contact him he ignored us, and that my my final straw with him, I no longer even consider him a father and have taken to sing the term "Sperm-Donor". (This year I turn 18, so if he tries to contact me again I'm going to hit the roof)
The past few weeks my brother has been having major behavior problems putting so much stress on us all that I was terrified that my parents were going to divorce leaving my baby brother without a dad like the rest of us had been at many times in our life. Things are settling, but I still have little trust in my brother, because he knows what he's doing.
I've been swamped with work lately, so I haven't had much time to work on my stories, I apologise for that.
So ... that me. Ooops I better go and finish some college coursework.
