My LIfe: Part 1 - The Start

I was born into a generally good family. Well, kinda. My mother was never supposed to be able to have another child after my sister. That was proven wrong...

When my biological father found out he immediately disowned me. Hows that for luck? Not even born and already out a parent. Anyway, soon after my father found out he became addicted to crack cocaine. My mother found out and attempted to get him to rehab. Needless to say, that didn't work. Soon after, she divorced him. Ive only seen my biological father maybe a dozen times in my life. He is utter scum. He now leads a company that hauls drugs across the state that i live in. This has been very useful for some instances in my life. Not the drug hauling part, but the part about him having people under him to will do just about anything for a little extra cash. Ill talk about that later.

Anyhow, my mom soon met another guy who had a few bumps in the road. He was fairly handsome and well educated. He had once been an avid biker in a "Motorcycle Club" (gang). This said motorcycle club never got into too much trouble in that area, but had been know to keep the peace well enough. He started with an upbringing similar to mine excluding the fact that his step-dad was a biker. He and my mother married when i was three years old. He is and was a very good dad. Hes always tried to teach me how to live my life in a pleasant and productive way. Although, i believe that he would not generally be accepting of me being a brony.

I believe that is enough of my life shared for today. There are many more and immensely more excruciating more events to come. I will only share the truth and how it played out.