My Life

Age 5

I was raised in Washington by my mother and father. I have a brother and family that came in and out of my life.

At the age of five is when my life started going down hill, that's so stupid...My mom was born with medical disorders and her parents never took her into the doctors to get her the help she needed. so by the time she had her second child AKA me she finally gave up. Don't worry she's still alive but she just stopped trying to do things. My Father on the other hand is in the Navy so he was here for three months gone for three months over and over again. So he wasn't really around to help not to mention that he's lazy.

By the time I turned five years old I was in charge of cooking and cleaning. Since I was five I mostly did prep work, table setting, making the mac and veggies. I cleaned the living room, dining room, laundry room, hall ways, dishes and bedrooms. Most people thing that's normal for a kid but what's not normal is that I did that daily until I was 15. 
And even though I had an older, taller and stronger brother I was still made to do everything by myself. If I asked him for helped I would be shoved aside and ignored. 

When I was outside playing with some of my friends around five or six in the afternoon, one of my friends launched me in the air and I ended up fracturing my wrist. When I got to my mom sobbing and saying something was really wrong with my wrist she told me to sit down and she'd take me to the ER. In that moment my mom was talking to one of our old family friends. Their conversation lasted so fucking long I cried myself to sleep. By the time my mom woke me up it was 11 almost 12AM. We did go to the ER and I was put in a cast.

One of my favorite memories of my dad turned out to be fake as hell!! My dad use to take me out on bike rides around our neighbor hood, he use to play tag with me, hide and seek he even use to read me Cat in the Hat. One afternoon I was telling my mom about how I loved those memories. Turned out every time before he did one of those things with me, my mom was yelling at my dad that he needed to do things with us. She told me that she had to force him to do those things. 
So heads up to you future parents. If you force your wife or husband to do something with your kid(s) DON'T FUCKING TELL THEM! I hate my dad and my mom but even though my mom treats me like fucking trash still love her. Don't know why.

Currently this is all i remember from my age of 5. Actually I'm missing a good 4 years of my life Can't remember 2nd-6th grade. Got bits and pieces but that's it.