Hope

pain and struggle

Ever since I can remember, almost my father has had a lot of health problems, As a young kid, this hurt all of the time knowing that my dad was in pain or that he may not live a long time, I wasn't the best kid I would throw tantrums and stuff and at times some people told me if something were to happen to my dad it would be my fault, it was rough growing up and dealing with it, and my mom she tried her best but she wasn't always a around I love her to death and thankfully we have a good relationship now but we didn't when I was younger, I use to blame my self for things that my parents would do or ways they would act these hundred words was the start of my depression, when I was about 6 or 7 I was at my great grandma's house and my dad was in bed and i hear him start to  scream in agony and yelling call the ambulance and kept screaming and no one would call the ambulance I was 6 or 7 I didn't really know what to do and I remember a little bit later my dad was pulled out in a stretcher and I went to stay with my mom for about a week or close to a week I don't remember what happened but I remember visiting him in the hopsital. We ended up moving out of there later on, and then we got a condo we stayed there for a while and my dad started dating my dad owned a business and it was going pretty good my dad bought a Mercedes that as about a year or tow old and it was going good. Then my dad met some girls, and most of them were really mean or rude to me he didn't pick the best girls, then he met somebody and they started dating we didn't get a long becuase she would always be rude and mean I tried to get along with her I think and it was hard I was about 8 and I threw a temper tantrum one day and I got mad and I threw a pillow at her, then they called the cops on me and the cops came and they took me to jail I had to spend almost a whole day in a jail cell and after that I resented my dad kind of for a while becuase of that. I loved my dad, but I was so upset after that, then my family got involved, and started arguments and tried to fight to get custody of me and I didn't want to live no body else becuase I loved my dad. That was a rough time. I didn't want to leave and stay with anyone else, and then we finally talked to someone and got that person to stop trying to get custody.