I was born December 7th, 1991 in Victoria, BC.
My father is a Vietnamese and Chinese half and half mix.
My dad was a psycho so my mother left him when I was 8 months old.
The only time he tried to contact my mother after that was to ask for money.
Turns out he might have been a child molester. =/
I don't think I want to meet my dad.
After that we moved to our current location in BC.
My mother then became involved with my little sisters father who is a schizophrenic and epileptic. My mother worked on their farm for awhile then moved into town.
My sister was born in 1995 and my mother got married to Larry that summer.
I guess we lived in constant fear of our "dad" because, he would have seizures and we had to lock ourselves in a room and he get in sometimes and my mom would have to get him away because he could have killed us. When I was 4-6 my grandma beat me. Nothing horrible but, she hit me a lot whenever I went over. I'm confused on love because she would tell me she loved me then hit me. I was like "Is this what love is?"
My mom found out and I didn't go over to my grandma's for a couple years. I guess I should mention we were poor and had to get all of out clothes from our neighbours grandkids. I was bullied at school for being poor and I was so shy I never said anything back. Lots have changed. >>; In 2001 my mother decided she didn't want to be with Larry because of the lack of sex and he was always at his moms for a month then he would come home once a month and insult her. So, my aunties boyfriend at the time hooked my mom up with his best friend who happened to be a coke addict. Life was even worse after that I must say. Waking up to my mom crying over the fact that Mike wasn't home yet and creepy druggies coming over to my house. I repressed most of my memories. My mom got him off of cocaine I met my best friend in grade four and she helped me be myself because I used to be quiet and shy and tried to blend in. grade 4-6 were filled with me and Cynthia hanging out almost constantly. She helped me through a hard time in my life even if she doesn't know it. Then she moved away after grade six. =/ I literally cried all day I had lost the most important person in my life. We remain in contact even if we only talk every month or so we're still connected. In Grade seven I was in a separate class from all of my friends. MASTER PLAN OF EVIL TEACHERS.
Then I entered high school in Grade eight. It was very cool, VERY COOL YEAR. In Grade Nine I left band and got different friends. It was the kind of friendship that didn't require stress or anything. But, once this schooll year started for some reason none of us talked anymore and now I'm back in band with all of my bandgeek friends. Something happened at the beginning of this year that made me wary of my stepfather. I had just gotten home from a friends and he starts talking about how my friend is a slut and such. he was really out of it because he had just smoked some weird pot. So he starts yelling at us all and my mom locked him out of the trailer but, he got in. and he pushed us all into the back room and started screaming and telling us he was going to kill us and he was serious. we phoned the police they actually got most of his death threats on tape because Mike took the phone away and didn't turn it off. It was pretty bad. But, the thing is I'm a really numb person I don't feel much. Even though I was crying while he was screaming after he left I went and played DDR. REPRESSION. Mike was banned from seeing us for awhile but, he stayed with us anyways. He acts so ******** nice now. -_- He went away for three months to work in Alberta which was pretty cool. =] Now he is back. He spoils us but, whatever. I never vent to anyone because I think it would make them feel bad or not really care. Thus is my life. =]
My father is a Vietnamese and Chinese half and half mix.
My dad was a psycho so my mother left him when I was 8 months old.
The only time he tried to contact my mother after that was to ask for money.
Turns out he might have been a child molester. =/
I don't think I want to meet my dad.
After that we moved to our current location in BC.
My mother then became involved with my little sisters father who is a schizophrenic and epileptic. My mother worked on their farm for awhile then moved into town.
My sister was born in 1995 and my mother got married to Larry that summer.
I guess we lived in constant fear of our "dad" because, he would have seizures and we had to lock ourselves in a room and he get in sometimes and my mom would have to get him away because he could have killed us. When I was 4-6 my grandma beat me. Nothing horrible but, she hit me a lot whenever I went over. I'm confused on love because she would tell me she loved me then hit me. I was like "Is this what love is?"
My mom found out and I didn't go over to my grandma's for a couple years. I guess I should mention we were poor and had to get all of out clothes from our neighbours grandkids. I was bullied at school for being poor and I was so shy I never said anything back. Lots have changed. >>; In 2001 my mother decided she didn't want to be with Larry because of the lack of sex and he was always at his moms for a month then he would come home once a month and insult her. So, my aunties boyfriend at the time hooked my mom up with his best friend who happened to be a coke addict. Life was even worse after that I must say. Waking up to my mom crying over the fact that Mike wasn't home yet and creepy druggies coming over to my house. I repressed most of my memories. My mom got him off of cocaine I met my best friend in grade four and she helped me be myself because I used to be quiet and shy and tried to blend in. grade 4-6 were filled with me and Cynthia hanging out almost constantly. She helped me through a hard time in my life even if she doesn't know it. Then she moved away after grade six. =/ I literally cried all day I had lost the most important person in my life. We remain in contact even if we only talk every month or so we're still connected. In Grade seven I was in a separate class from all of my friends. MASTER PLAN OF EVIL TEACHERS.
Then I entered high school in Grade eight. It was very cool, VERY COOL YEAR. In Grade Nine I left band and got different friends. It was the kind of friendship that didn't require stress or anything. But, once this schooll year started for some reason none of us talked anymore and now I'm back in band with all of my bandgeek friends. Something happened at the beginning of this year that made me wary of my stepfather. I had just gotten home from a friends and he starts talking about how my friend is a slut and such. he was really out of it because he had just smoked some weird pot. So he starts yelling at us all and my mom locked him out of the trailer but, he got in. and he pushed us all into the back room and started screaming and telling us he was going to kill us and he was serious. we phoned the police they actually got most of his death threats on tape because Mike took the phone away and didn't turn it off. It was pretty bad. But, the thing is I'm a really numb person I don't feel much. Even though I was crying while he was screaming after he left I went and played DDR. REPRESSION. Mike was banned from seeing us for awhile but, he stayed with us anyways. He acts so ******** nice now. -_- He went away for three months to work in Alberta which was pretty cool. =] Now he is back. He spoils us but, whatever. I never vent to anyone because I think it would make them feel bad or not really care. Thus is my life. =]
