A walk in my shoes.

I had a normal beginning to my childhood, for the most part. I played out with friends. I had a mother and a father that love me, for the main part showing affection. We had swimming lessons ( me and my older sister). At Christmas and birthdays presents were presented with smiles and affection, until I had to make a decision. Well, I didn't really get a choice. I got forced into perceiving life with my mother. This is how it went. All the highs, lows and repercussions for my undying life changing actions. My story is not for the light-hearted. However sharing this is calming you know, no fear, no judgement, no torment and finally no feeling that I'm being consumed by my own mindless thoughts. No longer trapped in surviving but being able to live. In my life there are no heroes, no villains. As heroes save and villains kill. I couldn't even save myself until the end. So I guess that makes me the villain, right?