My por mum, i het my dad i het him i het him. mum is ill and has to go to the doktors and he is shoting. Dad didnt understand the childs mind. He shouted and got angry. the child was deliberating tormenting him. it was a competition. a battle of wills, so he thought. But, the child was just a child. innocent. They were far removed...mysterious creatures. dad worked hard, and i didnt see him much. He liked landrovers and being called 'rick' he told me intersting things and answered all my questions as best he could. i respected his intelligence. Mum was quiet, cautious. She waited, endlessly. She showered me with gifts. She liked buyng things, books and cds. She painted and drew and stuck my art up on the walls she took photos of me, gave me violin lessons. Age came upon us all, they fought, all the time. dad got drunk, shouted at me. i shouted at him. mum went on holidays, long weekends. i fought with dad. he scared me. i always knew it was going to happen. if mum went away, it meant something horrible would happen. shouting, crying, chasing and disturbing stories. what his dad had done to him. i hated him again. I built a wall inside me. i hated him. one day he was gone. He took my brother out. cinemas, biking, trips, fun things. I went once. They walked ahead of me. I foud him a house, helped him move in, put posters on my bedroom wall. iT all went wrong. He scared me, the life out of me... emotional, screaming rages, backing me into the corner, smirking when i was scared and shaking. threats threats threats, i didnt speak to him for a year. i stopped calling him dad. i ran away. when i came back mum was strange, intense, angry. confused. we tried to kill each other. dad took me in. i saw him for the man he was. i forgave him. i looked after him, and he looked after me. im just so sorry to my brother. who' s been the only glue in this family. holding it all together. i'm so so sorry.
thank you very much, this was from the heart. i wasnt trying to write, i just wanted to tell my story
