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My mum. She's the main reason I was born this way: disgusting and barley human. I look like ChumBucket from Mad Max.
Why you may ask? Well, my mum became an alcoholic and really bad smoker, after my dad left. Why did my dad leave? Cause he didn't want a child, he wanted to fuck. I hate him too. Back to the point, she became a bad alcoholic, used to drink 1L+ of Wine, Cognac, anything that is discounted. The only money she was getting was from my dad, who probably felt a little shitty, a bit too late? Fuck HIM AND FUCK HER TOO.
Because of my unfortunate fate, I was born with FASD (Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorders) I was born a ugly child, so ugly that my mum asked If i was underdeveloped. I'm also not NT. Which has been one of my many, many fatal flaws. She drank more, and more AND MORE. Beating me because of it. I don't have any baby pictures. The ones that I used to have, were burned by mum because to her I was: "A demon among angels." I blame my self, It's purely my fault for not trying. That used to be my mentally when I was young, thinking I WAS THE PROBLEM.
Time passed, my mum's alcoholic series didn't finish, hell got worse. And started telling me stories, that's how I know what she asked the doctors. Stories she told, throwing little tantrums every time my name was mention. I felt lost.......... But still blaming it on me. Thinking quick, well quick as in retarded, I made my mum a basket. A little teddy I found down the street, I got no money so that was the best I could do. And with the little money I saved £3.75 bought my mum some flowers. Wrote a little card:
"Mum, I really hope dad comes back. I hope we get better and that you'll stop drinking. Sorry for the teddy, I didn't have money.
Much Love-OP"
This to any person would have made them rethink their life choices. She isn't a person, she came to drunk again. And started mocking my handwriting and: "That dumb little teddy." She was saying she would use it for sex while laughing. In my mine child state, I was happy. WHY? WHY? BECAUSE IT WAS THE FIRST TIME IN YEARS THAT I MADE MY MUM LAUGH.
Many stories with this women, many.
Why you may ask? Well, my mum became an alcoholic and really bad smoker, after my dad left. Why did my dad leave? Cause he didn't want a child, he wanted to fuck. I hate him too. Back to the point, she became a bad alcoholic, used to drink 1L+ of Wine, Cognac, anything that is discounted. The only money she was getting was from my dad, who probably felt a little shitty, a bit too late? Fuck HIM AND FUCK HER TOO.
Because of my unfortunate fate, I was born with FASD (Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorders) I was born a ugly child, so ugly that my mum asked If i was underdeveloped. I'm also not NT. Which has been one of my many, many fatal flaws. She drank more, and more AND MORE. Beating me because of it. I don't have any baby pictures. The ones that I used to have, were burned by mum because to her I was: "A demon among angels." I blame my self, It's purely my fault for not trying. That used to be my mentally when I was young, thinking I WAS THE PROBLEM.
Time passed, my mum's alcoholic series didn't finish, hell got worse. And started telling me stories, that's how I know what she asked the doctors. Stories she told, throwing little tantrums every time my name was mention. I felt lost.......... But still blaming it on me. Thinking quick, well quick as in retarded, I made my mum a basket. A little teddy I found down the street, I got no money so that was the best I could do. And with the little money I saved £3.75 bought my mum some flowers. Wrote a little card:
"Mum, I really hope dad comes back. I hope we get better and that you'll stop drinking. Sorry for the teddy, I didn't have money.
Much Love-OP"
This to any person would have made them rethink their life choices. She isn't a person, she came to drunk again. And started mocking my handwriting and: "That dumb little teddy." She was saying she would use it for sex while laughing. In my mine child state, I was happy. WHY? WHY? BECAUSE IT WAS THE FIRST TIME IN YEARS THAT I MADE MY MUM LAUGH.
Many stories with this women, many.
