Quote from madhatter

Hmm. Life stories eh. Well my story really isn't half as bad as some other peoples because I eventually end up in a good place.

The first thing that you should know is that my biological father and my mother were never married. They had me, and then my brother two years later. We always lived in really small apartments, or a friends garage. My family was extremely poor at the time. My mother and my father parted ways shortly after my brother was born, and at the time we were living in my aunts garage. I guess the years went on, and we never really lived a nice life, but we got along pretty well. My mother did get married once, but I'm not sure how old I was when it happened. That didn't last very long, because the guy my mom married ended up going to jail for possession of drugs. Around the time I was six, me and my brother moved in with our grandparents. We were told it was because our mother couldn't financially support my brother and I. My life with my grandparents was actually pretty good. We lived in Florida in a pretty nice development area, but we decided to move to a house with a bigger lawn, so my brother and I could play. Only recently did I realize that my grandparents gave up their house that would eventually pay for their dream house. Sadly we came along and they had to sell the house before it was really worth anything, because this was all before Florida's housing market became amazing. Around the time I was 12 my grandparents decided it would be best if we moved somewhere in Ohio, because A. that is where they always wanted to live, and B. small town Ohio is a much better atmosphere to raise two growing children. We lived up in Ohio several years, and all the while we got to enjoy some vacations to Florida which was payed by the company that my grandma worked for, because she was a very loyal worker, and she was there from the start of the company. This company had been doing really well, because the housing market in Florida had been booming (and the company was a housing developer). However recently the housing market crashed and all of the companies income stopped. The had to release my grandmother from the company, because they couldn't continue to pay her. This is when all of the financial troubles started. This cut out a huge portion of my families income, and at the moment it has become a little difficult to pay things like bills. Sometimes I can hear my grandparents discussing all of the bills and stuff, and my grandmother cries.

Just recently I have found out that in all actuality my mother is a big time drug user, and even used heroine when she was pregnant with my brother and I. Luckily we both turned out fine, and we now live in a safe environment.

But sometimes I can't help but feel a little guilty. If my brother and I haven't had moved in with our grandparents, they would have led a much different, and happier life.

I'm not saying my life is hard or anything at the moment, but I do tend to feel a little guilty about how I have changed their life.

Quote from madhatter

Ouch. Sounds like that hurts, and I didn't figure you to be a cutter. But I guess I was wrong.=D

Quote from body_in_the_lake

Heh, life stories.

My life is brilliant. Take that, attention seeking faggots.

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Ugh. Since everybody is here, posting their confessions and all, I've decided to fully confess my life story. This is the Internet, what could happen ...

I was originally born in Latvia, not Slovenia. I was loved by everybody. But when my brother was born, he was hated by my grandmother, because my mother refused to name him Otto. My real father never really cared, so my mother divorced from him. She met my stepdad and moved to Slovenia with him, taking me and my brother with her.
I can't say my childhood was bad. I was a spoiled brat even. Then we started moving. I changed 7 schools, everywhere I was the "new" one. So I got used to isolation.
Everything pretty much began in my sophomore year, when we moved to the countryside with lots of vineyards. My stepdad began to drink more and more, and so did my mother. They started arguing. And stepdad insisted that my brother and I are present when they fight, so we would decide "who is right". You don't know what is it like to be torn apart between two people. Back then, I didn't even know he's not my dad.
Eventually my brother and I had to step between them so they wouldn't hurt each other. Nobody came to help, since our neighbours were too far away to hear the screams. My mother decided then to leave. And then us three wandered at night on the empty cornfields, towards the train station. That happened several times. And each time, at the end, my mother came back to him.
But one time, me and my brother refused to go with her. It was freezing outside and we knew we had nowhere else to go. My mother was so drunk she decided to go by herself.
After a while, stepdad wanted me and my brother to look outside for her. Even after an hour of searching, we couldn't find her. So we went to sleep.
My stepdad woke me up. He requested me to go sleep with him. He was so jelaus, he though my mother has a secret lover. So he wanted revenge. I begged him to leave me alone. Finally he listened and went back to sleep. But then he woke me again, saying we should go look for mother. We got in the car and he drove to the train station. She wasn't there, so he turned around. He drove into the forest. I didn't know what to think.
I remember the events of that early morning as if it happened yesterday, despite the fact I was feeling so drowsy. He started persuading me I have to have sex with him, because he brought me up. And then he also said I shouldn't worry, because he wasn't my real father anyway. I told him, screamed at him he doesn't have the right. When I saw there is no way he could let go, I screamed, opened the door and ran out. I had my cell with me, so I could call the police. He grabbed me by my jacket. I took it off and ran.
Then he yelled that we can go home. Everything will be forgotten. Don't know why, but I trusted him. I returned to the car and he took us home.
When I woke up, I hoped that was just a really bad dream. A nightmare. I always hope that. In the evening, my mother returned. She never went anywhere in the first place. She was hiding in the barn the whole time. My brother knew that, because he went checking the barn. I felt so betrayed. That's when I started hating pretty much everything.
Next fight they had, ended up with the police coming. I could see how the policemen grabbed their rubber sticks and beat him up. He was so drunk he even fought back. They took him into the van and that was it. Next day I still went to school and took a test, although I only slept for four hours.
After that, mother, brother and I moved to a place called "Safe House". It's a shelter for all the women and children, who were victims of any kind of violence. But when he was released, my mother still came back to him.
They both promised this is a new start. New life. Everything will be different.
First they drank beer without alcohol, then beer, then they came bhack to wine. And yes, you guessed, the fights started again. Because we lived in a flat then, the neighbours heard everything and called the police. My brother and I hid him under a bed. The police never found him, they were interrogating me and my brother tho, and we were forced to lie. We said I turned up the TV and there was a horror film.
Later that year he got arrested. He was sentenced to jail for 9 months. My mother didn't have a job. We were forced to move in with my mother's acquaintance and her baby. So there we were, 5 people in a one-room apartment. I graduated this year in these conditions. I spent my days in the library, studying. Or I studied over night, when the baby was asleep.
Now he came back from prison and we live in a normal apartment. He is still an asshole, but at least there is no more fights.
I hate my life. If anybody tells you tragedy builds character, he hasn't gone trough anything. I'm depressed all the time, even took anti-depressants for a while. Whatever you do, don't pity me. I hate that. If I joke or being in a good mood, that's not really me. I'm a person who spends her days in apathy, having extreme suicidal thoughts. I don't care what anybody of you think about me right now. Not even my psychologist knows stuff I've written here. First I've envied other people, even my friends. They live in a normal family, friends, boyfriends, ... I had nothing. I still have nothing. And I don't even care anymore.

If you've actually read this wall of text, congratulations.

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I will read the rest of that post and everything else in this thread now.

Quote from Face Plate

Paying for two kids doesn't add anything to the bills but clothes and food. Your grandmother's company didn't close because you and your brother moved in with her. All the lack of you would've done is add a little extra to savings, but not that much. Don't feel guilty.

Does everyone on SPP's real life suck except mine?

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Yesterday, I slowly slid a knife across all of my fingers.

Blood, etc.

Quote from body_in_the_lake

Heh, life stories.

My life is brilliant. Take that, attention seeking faggots.