Life
I was born on a Sunday afternoon well a little before. My mom and dad were young 20's and married. I was the first child for both of them. When I ask stories about when I was born I don't really get much but honestly I don't even remember anything prior to my little brother being born. I know from looking at photos that my parents and their friends were party animals. I was there and i know I was close to my dad ove3r the years cause I remember playing with him and working on cars. Then my brother came into the world. I was so happy to have him cause I wasn't alone anymore. My brother was the light of my life but he is also where my life as an adult started. He was a crazy boy. Ran away, hid all the time, bounced off of walls, he was honestly not easy. But he was my best friend and still is to this day. The only memory I have from a young age is when my brother came home from being born. He was so little and blonde. Like where did he comes from? He kept all of us on our toes and still does. This is when I remember my mom and dad fighting all the time, There was a time when me and my brother where in his play yard and a chair came over us and hit the wall and broke. New fear unlocked. I jumped over my brother to make sure he was safe. The fighting wasn't crazy that I can remember but they were definitely not meant to be together. It was always me and my brother especially once our parents separated and mom moved on. She threw dad out on his ass and then started shacking up with the neighbor and one of my dads best friends brother. My mother over the years from a young age has always had to have a man in her life. She couldn't do life on her own especially with her kids. The problem with this was the damage that our step father caused in both of our lives was horrible. My brother was beat on and always in trouble and I was always called names and given a list of chores that had to be done daily. I learned very quickly how to take care of kids and how to take care of a house. These were my jobs and then low and behold my mother was pregnant with my little sister. I was so excited for another baby and another friend and I really hoped she would make life better and make our parents grow up. Between moving every year, cars being repoed, businesses being run into the ground. Although my dad wasn't right there he was always a phone call away. He always made sure we had what we needed and made sure we were ok. There's a large chunk of time that I have no memories with my step dad but the bad. name calling, beating my brother, treating our sister like an angel because she was his. The pain, hurt and lack of love during this time of my life set me up to be very doubtful in my abilities, all I wanted to do was make sure everyone was proud of me. But as I grew I realized that was only when you were perfect. Needless to say we never met the PERFECT status in anyones eyes growing up.
