My Life Story

6 Years Old

When I was 6, I lived with my dad during the week and my mom during the weekend. My dad still liked to drink, while my mom went to AA meetings and got sober. I had a phase where I would watch Chicken Little almost every night on a huge movie theater like t.v. and I would play the game on my playstation. I was in that phase for a solid 2 years.

One night while I was watching it, my dad came out of his bedroom drunk. He liked to keep some alcohol in the cabinet so he could drink it before bed. I saw him and started to say hi, but then I looked and saw that he was only wearing a shirt. He tried to get me to go to bed with him, but I said no. He said it again, and I said no again. He walked over to the computer, which was also in the living room, and watched (I'm assuming) porn. After a while, he got up again, but this time without his shirt, and tried to get me to come to his bed again. I said no, I wanted to watch Chicken Little. 

He went to bed, I fell asleep after the movie was over. The next morning was a Saturday and my mom was coming to pick me up. I said my goodbye to my dad. I told her what had happened the night before and she took him to court. I only saw him once more when he was trying to get sober. I lived with my mom in multiple houses after that. 

I got pulled out of the current school I was going too, moved from the city into the woods. I lived in a small trailer for a couple of months, moved to a new small city house, stayed there for about a month, moved to another city, and then moved to a small town house. My mom worked at Applebee's for a few years, where she met my step dad.