Life Sucks Sometimes

Well, This Was Almost Cool.

Where'd I leave off in the timeline? Just after the house of filth, which I can't put a time on. Well.. uh

So middle school, right? Yeah, I think that's the earliest I could remember.

In school I was a moderately depressed (For reasons I didn't know until years after) kid who spent their time studying to be the best student they could be. Not that I stopped doing that. I like school. I like learning. The thing I like most is that it is my time of peace away from the house. That and some deep subconscious desire to prove myself because they thought I was mentally challenged, but then my home situation changed and suddenly my teacher is applying me to the mentally gifted program. Scripts flipping like crazy.

Now, after the house of filth, the home was condemned for a bit while it was being cleaned, and my mother lost custody for what she's done. As of 2017(The year I write this) my mother told be she has shared custody and therefore could come back and force my dad to give her some time, but according to her also there is a restraining order against Roman which was never followed, so either my dad doesn't care or I don't know what else.

After the house of filth I would remove the mother's custody over the children until they were around 15, this way the children would be mentally strong enough to be around the dangerous parent without being completely removed from their parent. Anything younger would be monitored in person by the leading guardian. But that's my opinion, not the law, and my opinion could change, though laws don't change easily. Either way, after what happened she was still granted custody which baffles me. Endangerment of children is a big no no, thank you very much.

During the period of time in which the house of filth was de-filthed, myself and my brothers were back to our father. Don't worry, the parent part gets easy here, it's dad from this point on. mostly because I don't remember what the fuck happened or why things are such a mess. With our father, we lived in an apartment complex. I have only light snippets of memory from this time, and it's giving me a headache to try and dig deeper for anymore. 

I remember a weirdly carved bunk bed(I like furniture, furniture is cool okay), and walking down the hallway to the apartment late at night so the hall looked like a scary movie and I remembered it better because I was a kid and it made me nervous. Oh, the apartment had one bathroom. And one time Kyle was taking a shower and decided he wanted to stand in the bathroom and air dry instead of towel off, but I really had to go pee. I either went to the neighbors bathroom, or Kyle left, I don't remember the rest of that, sorry.

With the developments of the new living area, came moving in. Moving in to see my dad, and his girlfriend, and her two children. That makes five babies regularly, seven if we add my half-siblings.

I want to address this, some individuals refer to their half-siblings as full siblings because it is all the same. I don't like doing that and I get confused hearing it because I like building a family tree in my mind and keeping it ordered, just because I share less genetic information between myself and Arianna as opposed to the more found between myself and Shane, this does not make Arianna less of a sibling. They are both equal in the stature of a fellow member of the family, but I just like being very specific so that there is no confusion.

If I didn't spell out my family tree for you, you'd think my dad was a thot, wouldn't you? Oh wait he is. Beside the point but still, specification can be simplification if you have the mind to try for it. Damn, tasty wisdom right there.

After the house of filth was livable again, we moved back into it. It was cleaner, because everything was controlled by my father's girlfriend Marilyn (I don't know how she spells it, figure it out yourself, could be one of those fancy spelled-weird names like Carole instead of Carol. I dunno.). And then the fun began.