I don't remember much from when I was a kid... say maybe younger than about five. But i remember just about everything after that.
My life was very quickly turned upside down at a pretty young age, I don't remember exactly how it happened but I'll explain to you exactly what I know from before, and after, up until now.
My mom told me about one night when she was pregnant with me, my brother was four and she was still married to my father, Michael. Her and my dad got into a fight as they did really often, and she decided that it was finally time to leave him, to start a better life somewhere else, for herself and for her children, she packed her things and started walking , my brother by her side and her suitcase following behind her, my father owned a gun, i'm not entirely sure why but he did, and he tried to shoot after her as she walked, but luckily he missed.
My mother has always been the strongest woman I know, and I have never heard of anyone who has suffered the way my mother has. Once she got divorced from my father , I was four years old and my brother eight, she thought everything was finally going to look up for our family... but not long after that she met the man she would marry next. I was still four years old, I needed a father figure so I got attached to her new boyfriend, George, fairly quickly. I adored him, I slept in his arms whenever we went out and if I was awake I would stand on the floor holding onto the leg of his jeans following him wherever he went, but that was just me, my brother couldn't stand him, he loved our father and couldn't stand the fact that our mother was now with someone else, and it turns out that he was right to have felt that way.
They dated for a long time, but the only reason she never left was because of how possessive he was, abusive, he just wouldn't let her leave. The reason for him being this way was drugs, he was an addict and he slowly started influencing my mom and she slowly became an addict as well. You could see her health slowly diminish. she lost weight, and sleep, she never ate anymore, and the drugs were visibly taking over her life. My brother and I stayed with them during this time, and the only word i can think of to describe it... is Hell.
