Before anything happened, I was very happy, very very social. As far as I could tell, my family all loved each other (ha ha, what a joke).
I have two siblings, both older, one brother who I have always been marginally distant with, and a sister who I swore up and down I wouldn't be friends with (dumb bitch.).
We had 3, eventually 5, cats, later a dog, two birds, and, briefly, a snake. (haheh noodl)
The snake, who's name was pretzel, didn't last long. He died, and taught me about losing things, though, again, we didn't have him for that long, so I didn't get too sad.
While my mother was still in the house, my nana (dad's mom) passed away. I think I was around 5-7 at the time, so I never really valued the time I spent with her until I couldn't get any. Obviously a regret now. At her funeral was one of the only times I've seen my dad cry.
All along, little burst of my parents yelling at each other would break out, and I just hid in our den. My mother couldn't take my dad anymore, and she left. I haven't seen her in person since.
Now that, my friends, is when the shitshow began.
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A Vent Book
Non-FictionTo clear my thoughts. Might be worth a read, some of my life might actually be good for a book/story and I'd like if someone manages to turn my problems into something others will enjoy. I decided to make this just because I need somewhere to vent a...
