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Originally Posted by VanGore28
Thanks sopiesmom!
I would like to share some of my story even though its difficult and is like opening up an old wound.
I'm ready to hold out for someone special, I think I could handle a date.
So I will have to go back and forth but I never had a supportive family growing up. My mum preferred my brother and hated my biological father, I felt they both just used me as a pawn to get back at one another. I was ashamed of my father as he never worked all time I knew him, he had underlying depression most likely he lived in the past and felt sorry for himself had an inferiority complex. When I got my first full time job he just sneered and criticised me saying it was a lazy option so we fell out.
My mother had a fiery temper. Ill always remember when I got my exam results and she just ignored me. Her and my step dad tried to get me to join the army at sixteen . A teacher told them to save for university and they told me to **** off to the forces as I should thank them for putting a roof over my head. So u can deduce emotionally I never got what I needed . They drunk in the pub four times a night and never had money for me or sibling.
I had some fighting spirit in me and held onto the fact that one day I might be something despite the VERBAL ABUSE I endured. Its sometimes harder to shake verbal abuse. I have stories to tell but this is an intro. I need to go meeting friend but I will carry on later.
Thanks for the encouragement sophiesmom!
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So my father joined the army at age 15. I don't know when he left but he was due to be promoted and what I presume was a jelous comrade smashed him up against a metal goal post and shattered his leg and he was discharged. Or so he told me. He became a welder and worked decent jobs then at some point had an accident and couldn't walk far because of one of his legs. But he was obsessed with the army, and lived in the past. But I wanted to get to know him to see where I came from. Plus he was so laid back and my mother and step dad were f$%king intense, I couldn't sneeze without them knowing. Hmm I wonder why I became paranoid during my meltdown. But back to my father. He was broken and bitter. Hence I have sided with my flawed step dad