I don't have a father. He ran away when I was born. When I was six. My mother was always looking for a boyfriend. She had insecurities and it was really hard for her to maintain a stable relationship. I watched physical abuse from 2004 to about 2008. He used to hit her and yell at her and December 2008 was when she left him finally. And also when my life slowly got better. Then in 2010 she met another person whom was drinking a lot (the other guy did too) and the same thing happened. But only for about less than a year. The whole story is much worse than this. But it's the past. 2011 was a wonderful year when my mother finally reunited with her boyfriend from 20 years ago when she was around 14. They live happily together with all of us in the same household (my grandparents, uncle, and two beloved cousins).
The dark side of the story
Now I've got anxiety (it just started recently and I think it's because of hormones) and minor depression. I'm constantly afraid of big open spaces such as Gymnasiums or open fields, which is called Agoraphobia. I am worrying now about the end of the world in 2012 but i'm starting to worry less about it every day. Things are getting very better for me. But I always get depressed about the fun times I've had in the past. It's the only think I need to improve slowly at a time, and my Agoraphobia.
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