Okay guys so here is a short and skinny of what this story will be about. When I was 11 years old I left my mentally, verbally, and physically abusive fathers house to live with my mom. Now things there weren't perfect but they were better than my dad's house. I felt safe over there and I was happy and content. Then my father and I had a blow up and I pretty much went to hell, while he is and was the biggest asshole known to man, I still loved the man. He was my father I knew no matter what I had him there, and then one day that all changed. He was gone. Now don't get me wrong me and him both had equal parts in me leaving. We were both fed up with each other. So at 11 years old I was kicked/left my dad's house(2012 when I left my dads) and lived with my mom for 2 and 1/2 years (2015). after a while of not having my dad around i sucked I was depressed all the time developed a lot of mental illnesses. Among many other problems. Then I choose while if I may say the stupidest choice of all time to move back in with my dad, I missed him greatly and wanted someone there for me as a male influence. While I did have a step-dad it just wasn't the same. But my step-father Dan was AMAZING. But he just wasn't my dad. So I left my mom. Now before I left her house, I was a happy, big warm heartd, care free, limitless soul, never was into trouble, didn't sneak around. I had never even touched a cigarette or even weed, never touched alcohol in my life, And then I moved in with my dad and everything had changed, but for the worst.
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Non-FictionThis is going to be a story about the past 4-5 years of my life the things I've gone threw and the things I have done or the choices I have made. There will be vulger language and stories. VIEWER DISCRECTION ADVISED!!!!!
