My Story

I call these little stories but in fact a lot of them are very real in a lot of ways.I have also promised to never be too strict with my writing because writings needs to flow and needs to be understood by the general population.My writing cannot be so bad it is like texting or so gramaticaly correct it is tyring. Anyway lets get on with the story,the story of big parts of my life and how s**t can get just too bad sometimes.

I will be honest with you I started my life with money living in 300 grand houses until I was about 5. After that with the combination of my dads drinking problem and the 2008 crisis shook us really hard.Of course my dad has always had a big drinking problem he could drink 6 or 7 bottles a day and still can to this day. My dad is a compulsive drinker he can stay sober for months but then he can gulp down 6 or 7 bottles a day during a week or two.

I am not saying he isnt a good dad I am just saying he really affects us with his drinking with loads of debt,maxed out credit cards.Sometimes it can get to a point where my parents are earning 6 or 7 grand a month and most of it goes to debts and credit cards he has to pay off.But even with all this there are still people worse off than us because I would classify ourselfs as lower middle class.The type of middle class that has slightly more money than some people but still have to face the same problems as those some people and live in the same neighbourhood Even though it affected that my fathers drinking problems never really bothered me emotionally mostly because he was and still is a fun drunk but he can get violent but I know the signs of that and that is when I normally do something else or go to bed if it is late to avoid it.Anyway enough about that and lets get on to the real issues and these issues are really serious as I always have said there is a cost to having slightly more money than some people.This is paid during your time at school usually. Until 6 grade I was beat up so bad I felt like killing myself there would be beatings after beatings that never ended.Of course I fought back sometimes and went mad at them but that is when the teacher would normally stop the fight and punish us all even though I told her so they do this s**t every day and if I answer to this s**t I am the one to blame. This usually happened because I am an explosive type of person they can beat me up for days and days and I will take because I had no choice but then suddenly I would go insane and beat the crap of them and then I got punished. The worst incident of this was in the 4 grade in a summer school where me and my little brothers were in. This kid one younger than me but about my height and my build at the time hit my little brothers for a whole month always making out it was not on purpose. The last day he was there he hit my little brother in the nose with the basketball on purpose I was about to hit him when the teacher intervened and said to me it wasnt on purpose and got me away from him. Later that day he kicked my brother in the leg while he was taking a penalty in football and I was furious. I remember walking up to him so furious hitting my little brothers how dare he what a f*****g coward I remember pulling his head down the first few seconds and then suddenly everything went blank. I came to my senses half an hour later with the teacher asking me why I had hit him. I remember seeing myself covered in dirt from head to toe what the f**k had happened later that day I was so freaked out wondering how I could not remember the fight. I dont remeber who told them first me or the teacher.Probably me because I was so freaked out.

I will continue my story tomorrow .