Light in the darkness

Light in the darkness

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Growing up on the streets wasn't always easy,especially not for a boy like me. When i was eight years old i ran away. Ran away from the pain, from sorrow, from fear, from abusing. There was not a day without yelling and abusing, because my dad, drug addict, alchoholic enjoyed to abuse me and mom. One day, not so long after my eight birthday, he came home, drunk as usual and hit me so hard that i fainted. That day was the day when i decided to ran away. It was hard, i had to leave my mom behind all alone with that monster, but what else could i do, i was just a kid i couldn't help her and her pain was my pain and i couldn't watch it anymore. Now i'm eighteen, i kind of have my own place, one room, just mine. I'm going to school, because i want to be educated and not to end up like my dad, but the memories and the pain are still there. I'm a broken mess, all alone on this world, living day by day until the day of my death... But then i saw the light in my darkness, i saw her. Perfect, beautiful, kind, someone who lighten up my world, someone who will never be mine, because her light and my darkness are not a match...
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The leaving. It was hard, tragic , painful, yet it had to be done, I needed to save my life. I didn't want to start again, this would be the story of finding myself, pulling myself back together, reuniting the happy go lucky youngster I had once been. The shock of leaving took more of a toll on me than I thought it would. I had asked two people to help me move out of the house I had shared with my partner for 8 years, we had been together 23 years in total. The move was done in total secrecy, my partner could never know in advance, it was a very scary time. I had moved various things out of the house and secured a rent on a property nearby. The house I picked was near the School the children went to, and my oldest lad was going to be near his best friend. My Mother told me of the property it was advertised on the web, we both went and had a look, even that was scary, I didn't want to be seen by anyone and became paranoid that I would be caught out. For many months I lived on a new kind of fear, the fear of someone finding out that I planned to leave my abusive partner, though of course no one knew my seemingly happy, funny, generous partner was abusive. Finding the house was one thing, getting the various companies to connect the house and exchanging the information of my current address so they could varify that I was, who I said I was almost drove me mad. The day came to leave, My Mother and a very dear Friend came round as early as possible, we packed as much as we could. This included taking the boys clothes, bedding, toys, stuff from the garden, my stuff. We had 3 cars the packing seem to take all day. By the end we had to get going to be able to unpack, leaving me time to pick up the boys from School and settle them in their new home. I couldn't do it at first,I started to cry then scream, to leave the world I had put so much of my life into, and now in a split second would be leaving was breaking my heart.

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