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 Created on 2-28-08
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Thug Baby
It may seem kinda weird, but even at three years old things weren't great.When we moved to the trailer park, it was because we didn't have anywhere else to go.money was worse than tight, mostly because of my hospital bills, adn my parents were absurdly hopefull that "things would get better".
yeah...right.
if anything they got worse.we got poorer.I was in the hospital more.Brant was in trouble more.Shawn Leonard Gorniak, the baby, was born the day of the move, adn he was sick because we couldn't keep him out of the cold.My dad's ex gina tried to sue us out of house and home.
in the mean time, while my parents were focused on getting us out of there, we grew up.brant turned ten, i turned seven, shawn turned three.By this time, my parents had given up on talking to us.Me and brant had quit listening.After four years of "we're gonna get out this year" and "things i'll be good for us, you'll see" we'd had enough.
they'd also quit paying attention to us.we did our best in school, we kept the house clean, we didn't do anything that might even posibly get us in trouble.but no matter how hard we tried, they never noticed.
so we quit.
the very first day of our new "we don't care" policy, Brant called my dad an asshole, and i teamed right in calling my mom a bitch.And from what we thought was rock bottom, things got worse.
oh, man did they get worse.
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Please Login to post comments| On February 28th 2008 xashleyrosex Said : | |
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this is sad... my family used to be a lot like this but it has to get better before it can get worse! |
