BLOG LIFE

part1

(if i get a few comments, etc; then i will continue onto the next one; but as for now this is it)

If you're reading this I'm truely grateful. I don't expect to get fans etc. from this at all. This is actually more or less a story (blog) about me. Look I'm definitely not writing this for attention, sympathy or hate but I am writing this for the benefit of me and expressing myself, letting myself go. Seriously what have I got to lose. I'm not being funny, my life hasn't been easy and I'm only young but writing this a story/diary/blog (however you want to see this) will help me realise a lot of pain, hurt and even some happiness and just maybe it will help others understand or see things in a different light. Things I've seen I'd never wish for anyone else to ever see or have to be brought up with.

I don't exactly remember everything in it's every last detail, if thats what you want to know but there is/ are a few things, I could explain to you that would make you cringe or even make you think' why the fuck did your mum put up with all that bullshit'. As I write this blog, each chapter/ blog will explain something different and explain how i felt about the situation at the time and how i see things now. (Just bare in mind, that some things are "easier said than done").

Funny, really my mum met my dad on a blind date in a way (weird i know). See before I was born my mum was the partying type, out every weekend- like a typical, average young person would be doing. It was one night when my mum was introduced to my father and they generally hit it off (cute aye?). My mum found out that my dad was actually in a relationship with someone else at the time but that didn't stop them from being together. My mum then found out that she was pregnant with me and told my dad. The moment my dad found out she was pregnant he actually upped and left the woman he was with (shows how much he cared about her). 

I'm Christine and I was born on the 1st March 1996. I'm only sixteen, yeah I understand that I'm young, but that doesn't mean to say I haven't been broken or hurt and basically scarred. See physically as a kid i wasn't hurt but emotionally and mentally i've been scarred. I'm not saying that the whole 16 years of my upbringing has been awful but it hasn't been the best and I can honestly say the moment my life started getting better was the moment my mum split with my dad.

'You're daddys little girl, aren't you?' is what everyone used to say or question, but behind closed doors I was afraid of what he'd do next and how he'd react towards my mum. I never understood things. In reality, I was too young to understand, what was going on around me. I always saw him angry even if my mum never did anything wrong and basically I'd say my mum was his 'bitch'. As the saying goes if he told her to 'jump', she would always be like 'how high?'.