[meetthecreeper]

When you get older you will thank the Gods that your parents got involved with what was going on in your life, I wish mine had, my dad died when I was 5, the SOB had problems and had to go find himself so he abandoned me and my mother. He got killed in a car crash along with the 18 year old girl that was in the car with him. My mom, well she had her career to deal with so she didnt have much time to be a mom. I am I bitter, Hell yeah going on 35 years of it too. Figured out in my mid twenties why I was so angry all the time, parents didnt give a shit.

On the brighter side I left home at 17 and raised myself pretty well and have 2 great kids of my own and will never do to them what was done to me. I dont forgive and I dont forget, and until my mother apologizes to me for being a shitty parent I wont forgive.

About fights with siblings, my half sis and I never really got in any physical fights, we are 7 years apart and I was gone long before that shit would of happened. But when I was 13 and my cousin was 11 we got into it good. We were playing pirates in the back yard at his house, digging a hole to bury treasure. He had a rounded digging shovel and I had a flat blade one that isnt really for digging just scooping shit up. Lets just say that I accidently clocked him in the head with the business end of the shovel and split his frickin head open. He runs around the house screaming for his dad, who I know was going to kick my ass, and I chased him with the shovel and told him that if he told his dad I was going to hit him again.

Eleven stiches later and one hell of a beating by my uncle we were back out there digging the hole again, but I had the rounded shovel this time.