Hello, I'm Chewy (not my real name) and for the past 5 years I feel like I've been going through hell and returned with my life in pieces that are duct taped back together. I just want to hear what you guys have to say about my story, so here goes...
First there are some things you need to know:
1. My parents have been divorced ever since I was 4 years old. (This isn't a big issue for me.)
2. I have an older sister and a younger half-brother
3. I'm a guy.
Okay, so I'm twelve. I ran away from my Dad's home; I felt like he was neglecting me and my sister severely. There was barely any food in the house, we wore rags for clothes, and we were living in a shack of an apartment with a shackmate. So, I had come to live with my Mom, my little half-brother, my drugged-out uncle (he's not really important to the story; he lived in the garage), and three of my cousins at my Grandma's cockroach-infested, 2-bedroom house (bad decision). My relationship with all of them was very strained but it wasn't always like that. Not until my Mom stirred s### up with my Aunt (mother of 3 cousins). Frankly, I don't even remember what it was all about, I think it might've had something to do with a washing machine. Anyway, there I was. My Grandma's house is packed full of tension. No friends in my area. I don't have anywhere to go other than the public library. F###ing ingredients for a s###-cake, right? Not to mention, on top of all of this, my Mom pawned my half-brother on me to go to Las Vegas for 1-2 days, every other weekend to fuel her drug and gambling addictions.
So, fast forward a year of living with this mess. My Mother gets into a little fight with my Aunt (same mother of three cousins). And by little I mean cops were called over to arrest both of them. They took me and my half-brother out of my Mother's care and put me back with my Dad. They put my little bro in a foster home (which made me unbelievably sad). I get to go to a different school and everything, oh the joy!
Now there I was. Back in the shack (and I think I should describe the shack before I continue: 2 small bedrooms, 1 bathroom, a disgusting-ass, moldy, food poisoning-trap of a kitchen, and a living room.) And this time my Dad utterly hates me. So whatever s### I got back before I ran away was reduced to toxic waste s###. Luckily, I had friends in this city! So I got to escape this filthy place anytime I wanted to!
Okay, fast forward, oh, a year and a half? I was now dealing with a total loss of self-esteem. I was out of ordinary high-school because of poor-attendance and consequently put into Independent Studies. I had lost almost all of my friends due to my mood swings and new-found reclusiveness. And guess what... hold on let me make a new paragraph to tell you this because it's pretty shocking.
My Mother goes and kills a person. And do you know what's horrible about this other than the fact that she bludgeoned another human being to death with her own fists? I didn't really care. After all of this s###, I'd pretty much lost all feeling towards my parents. Oh, and let's not forget about my little half-brother who managed to escape the foster home only to land in the care of my manipulative second-cousins which was all orchestrated by my whacked-out Aunt (not the same aunt of 3 cousins).
Fast forward to about three months ago. Yeah, this is enough time for all of the s### I'd been through to really sink in. I started planning out suicides in my head. Thoroughly thought-out suicides (some bright ideas included hanging myself or drinking bathtub cleaner). This was around the time I started experimenting with weed (oh, please, please, don't think less of me). Anyway, I got into a car-accident with a couple of my buds; we were all high as hell at the time (some really scary shit if you're high as balls). And that's when I decided to stop being such a sob and to get my life in check.
Now, everything seems to be okay. I'm still struggling with self-esteem issues but not as badly as before. I don't keep in touch with my Mother or brother. I have a better relationship with my dad and my sister. And I'm on my way to become a detective for the police force. Things can only get better...
Anyway, comment. I'm interested in what you guys have to say.