I will never moan about my life and what happened.
why would I need to wait, I think I will have to because it's the storytelling of my life .
I was brought up by a mother who.. yess not a mother you could wish for more so want .
drugs,men and a life of forest care for me ,!!
that's how it was happy f*****g days and yep life is perfect well is now .
I'm not going to sugar coat anything because what !!
hey my lovely childhood was a time of circumstances that no one would believe, disappointment and disbelief. I would never wish for my worst enemy to go through and that's saying something !!
RIGHT! ?
I will begin back to my mother' the one who spent herl time getting drunk and not giving to shits about me or my siblings, bother and two sisters . I remember one time when my Stepfather dragged up the stairs and that bloody hurt damn Fool!!
it's not been an easy place but there are reasons for that .
my own mother played us and treated us like we were nothing got beaten by who ever and what man she was with . I will say now what a lovely childhood. I remember one time seeing things that one one else could. I always thought maybe I was seeing things but I will get more into that as mean to go on .. so as a child was a thing of danger for me and never had the experience of being a child. I me and my brother got locked up in a cupboard that had used needles in for what everyone knows for and not the best child experience.. it's fine tho be careful always had that vice telling me .. like I was being watched,someone was keep my safe.