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Posted by chris at May 17, 2012
Tags: Childhood  2012 May

I was born a mistake baby and an only child. At the time of my birth, my mom was 15 and my dad was 21. Both parents were huge into drugs such as marijuana. My parents never liked each other at all and they seemed to take their anger out on me. I was neglected a lot as a child and the only one to take care of me was once in a blue moon my great grandmother. My parents did not approve of her taking care of me because of some (in my opinion selfish) mindset that they were mature and smart enough to take care of me without any help. They clearly were not. Many times I was left in my crap-filled diaper crying and starved. My great grandmother then passed away when I was around the age of 10 months. After living out an abused childhood, my aunt finally got involved and tried to obtain custody of me. She won. I was placed into my overly religious Aunt's home in a really bad neighborhood. When I started Kindergarten, I was really socially awkward from years of physical and mental abuse as a child. I hardly knew how to do anything. After getting some good therapy and teachers despite my overall luck, I became an average bible loving kid who did very well in school. My aunt had a brain aneurysm when I was 11 which ruined me. Not only was I know an oddball who isolated myself from anyone from the loss, but my mom proved herself as a somewhat decent parent. Even though the courts believed her, she was not. The only reason she tried to make herself look good was for government benefits from being unemployed; which was her main source of income at the time. A lot of the household chores were then placed on me to complete. I worked as a Cinderella while my mom started to reveal her feelings for me as a complete screw up. I lived my whole childhood and teenage years a boy who was constantly bullied for not knowing how to speak to people properly because of my home life. Many times I would get beat up and robbed. I was poor so many of times what they took was vital. They took anything from my shoes to food stamps. Cops never did anything like usual. It never stopped until I graduated. Now I just work at a dead end job without a college degree. I have no girlfriend and no children.


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By anonymous at 19,May,12 09:21

Save what money you have. Go out and get a nice prostitute. She'll not only clean your pipes, but make you a man too.
By anonymous at 25,May,12 06:59

as pathetic as it sounds I agree.
By anonymous at 02,Jul,12 20:34 Fold Up

And in the long run it's cheaper than alimony and therapist bils from a dysfunctional relationship.

By anonymous at 27,May,12 12:20

my condolences to you

By anonymous at 12,Jun,13 09:32

I'm 50-years old and I was a mistake baby also. In the black community they say 'love' child, which is bullshit. I call it a-whore-fucked-around-and-got-pregnant-by-the-wrong-dude. The female who gave birth to me messed around and got pregnant by her soon-to-be husband's cousin. He's my biological father. He lived right around the corner from me at one time and NEVER acknowledged me as his daughter. The female who gave birth to me NEVER told me either. Your mom had NO RIGHT saying that you were a screw up. She's the one who screwed up. You didn't have to fuck anybody to get here. You were born b/c two ppl had sex. As a fetus inside a womb, you CAN NOT CONTROL anyone's sexual activities. Till this day no one in my family really likes me b/c the blame for being someone else's daughter. I've come to realize that only ignorant, stupid ass grown folks would blame a child b/c of a whore's mistake. I'm really better off not associating with them anyway. Don't beat yourself up b/c its not your fault. But you will have to learn to speak properly to ppl. Don't be made at ppl b/c of your childhood, how you were raised, and your mom's attiitude. Its not other ppl's fault. Get away from your mom and stay away. Keep working. Don't worry about a college degree. At least you're employed. Don't worry about children either.

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