The Batman
February 17th, 2008, 08:22 AM
Well for a very long time I've been dealing with a lot of depression and I figured if i explained my life maybe you guys would understand how i feel. Well here it goes...
The earlies memory I have is of my mom and dad fighting and it got violent I believe I was three. After that we moved to the same town my grandparents stayed in because my grandpa was on his death bed while in cape I remember my mom and dad fighting very little but I also remember us spending alot more time together as family we would go bike riding, play soccer or baseball, or just go out and have fun. About a year later my grandpa died I was about 5 and I barely remember him. Soon after that our kitchen caught on fire and we had to move again. When we moved back to my hometown my parents started fighting more and I was starting to feel neglected. I remember my own dad making fun of me while I was crying and then encouraging my brother to join in. I have suppressed so much of my childhood that I only remember it in instances but the next moment i remember all to well. It was a friday night and my dad had took some of his pain pills with alcohol and left and got drunk and my mom went over to a friends house who stayed right behind us when my dad got home with my uncle he was furious and he started cursing my mom out and accusing her of cheating on him and the next thing i know they are fist fighting right there in front of me and my sister jumped in to break it up and he threw her through a door after they cooled off alittle my dad walked out the front door and we sat on the couch crying my dad came back in the house with a gallon of gasoline and poured it all over us and the house then led a trail of it out to the front porch where he tried to light it (this right here is why I believe in god) my dad just bought that lighter and its been working all that day but when he went to light the gasoline the lighter didn't work my uncle got up and calmed my dad down and we ran out of the house we went right to my mom's friends house and called the police and they came shortly and after we explained what happened they went out and looked for my dad and found him somewhere off so they took him to jail we went over my aunts house who lived only a street over and stayed there until my grandma came and got us. We went over her house and stayed for a few days. To this day my dad still doesn't remember anything about that day. Eventually we went back to stay with my dad and things started to get better my parents still argued but they didn't fight anymore. A few years later my dad comes home and tells us that my mom left so we go over our aunts house while my dad stays at home we stayed at our aunts for a few days and when we came back home all of my stuff that had any value was gone. About a couple days later my mom calls over my aunts house and she tells us that she's over her sister's house and that she'll come down and get us. But my mom developed a kidney stone and was hospitalized for a few days. Meanwhile I started school and decided that i needed some more clothes. So me, my brother, and a few of my cousins go to my house to get some clothes and right when we're about to leave my dad comes through the door and tells us that he's sorry and that he's going to rehab. A few days later we my mom finally comes back and tells us that she was the one who told my dad to go to rehab and that they are getting back together and we were moving again to the town with the rehab in it. Once we get there things start to look up my dad stays in rehab for about a month then decides to quit. About 4 months after he left rehab we left him again this time for good and I also found out some things about him that i had no clue about it. We went straight to tennessee to get away from my dad and when my mom tried to enroll us in school my dad says she kidnapped us so my mom tells them that my dad was on drugs and she left him. I was completely shocked when I found out that my dad was doing cocaine and had been doing it for years. My dad goes mad and even comes to tennessee to try and get us but he gets put in jail for a few days which changed his life, because after that he went to new orleans and helped rebuild houses down there (which helped him come across alot of money legally) and he met someone there too. Right now my dad lives in Georgia with his sister and is doing great. I still stay with my mom but after a life of putting up with disrespect, put downs, and pretty much hell I stay depressed and am always sad with great mood swings. There is a whole lot more to this story besides what I put but some things just hurt to much to bring up.
The earlies memory I have is of my mom and dad fighting and it got violent I believe I was three. After that we moved to the same town my grandparents stayed in because my grandpa was on his death bed while in cape I remember my mom and dad fighting very little but I also remember us spending alot more time together as family we would go bike riding, play soccer or baseball, or just go out and have fun. About a year later my grandpa died I was about 5 and I barely remember him. Soon after that our kitchen caught on fire and we had to move again. When we moved back to my hometown my parents started fighting more and I was starting to feel neglected. I remember my own dad making fun of me while I was crying and then encouraging my brother to join in. I have suppressed so much of my childhood that I only remember it in instances but the next moment i remember all to well. It was a friday night and my dad had took some of his pain pills with alcohol and left and got drunk and my mom went over to a friends house who stayed right behind us when my dad got home with my uncle he was furious and he started cursing my mom out and accusing her of cheating on him and the next thing i know they are fist fighting right there in front of me and my sister jumped in to break it up and he threw her through a door after they cooled off alittle my dad walked out the front door and we sat on the couch crying my dad came back in the house with a gallon of gasoline and poured it all over us and the house then led a trail of it out to the front porch where he tried to light it (this right here is why I believe in god) my dad just bought that lighter and its been working all that day but when he went to light the gasoline the lighter didn't work my uncle got up and calmed my dad down and we ran out of the house we went right to my mom's friends house and called the police and they came shortly and after we explained what happened they went out and looked for my dad and found him somewhere off so they took him to jail we went over my aunts house who lived only a street over and stayed there until my grandma came and got us. We went over her house and stayed for a few days. To this day my dad still doesn't remember anything about that day. Eventually we went back to stay with my dad and things started to get better my parents still argued but they didn't fight anymore. A few years later my dad comes home and tells us that my mom left so we go over our aunts house while my dad stays at home we stayed at our aunts for a few days and when we came back home all of my stuff that had any value was gone. About a couple days later my mom calls over my aunts house and she tells us that she's over her sister's house and that she'll come down and get us. But my mom developed a kidney stone and was hospitalized for a few days. Meanwhile I started school and decided that i needed some more clothes. So me, my brother, and a few of my cousins go to my house to get some clothes and right when we're about to leave my dad comes through the door and tells us that he's sorry and that he's going to rehab. A few days later we my mom finally comes back and tells us that she was the one who told my dad to go to rehab and that they are getting back together and we were moving again to the town with the rehab in it. Once we get there things start to look up my dad stays in rehab for about a month then decides to quit. About 4 months after he left rehab we left him again this time for good and I also found out some things about him that i had no clue about it. We went straight to tennessee to get away from my dad and when my mom tried to enroll us in school my dad says she kidnapped us so my mom tells them that my dad was on drugs and she left him. I was completely shocked when I found out that my dad was doing cocaine and had been doing it for years. My dad goes mad and even comes to tennessee to try and get us but he gets put in jail for a few days which changed his life, because after that he went to new orleans and helped rebuild houses down there (which helped him come across alot of money legally) and he met someone there too. Right now my dad lives in Georgia with his sister and is doing great. I still stay with my mom but after a life of putting up with disrespect, put downs, and pretty much hell I stay depressed and am always sad with great mood swings. There is a whole lot more to this story besides what I put but some things just hurt to much to bring up.