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My Life 12-9-2002          I was born November 19th 1985

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My Life 12-9-2002          I was born November 19th 1985

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My Life 12-9-2002          I was born November 19th 1985 at Gwinnett Medical Center. I was brought home from the hospital to the same house that I live in now. I have lived here for 17 years now, and I still love this house, although I’m sort of ready to get out of it. My mom and dad are divorced. They got divorced when I was about three or four. My dad kept the house, and my mother moved around quite a bit, although she never moved out of driving distance so I have always been able to stay with her pretty much whenever I wanted to. I live primarily with my father, which is not to bad. That’s not to say that I don’t enjoy spending time with my mom either. I love my mother very much. She is one of my best friends. I can talk to her about anything. I really don’t think about the fact that my parents are divorced anymore. It doesn’t really bother me. It used to bother me a lot though. I used to miss having my mom and dad around at the same time. But oh well, there’s nothing I can do about it.

        Almost all the way through elementary school, my dad was single and it was just us three guys living in the house. My dad, my brother John, and I. I sort of liked that. It was really fun. We got to stay up late and watch movies and all sorts of fun stuff. That’s not a big deal now, but it was when we were kids. Then, in the fifth grade, my dad married this woman. I think she is the human form of satin. I do not know what he was thinking, but is sure wasn’t about my brother or myself, or himself for that matter. I think that he was just really lonely and desperate. I hated her. She had two daughters, Brook and Mandy. I hated them too. She came into this house and tried to take over like she was God or something. That was just not going to cut it for me. I did not like that one single bit. When Nancy lived here, my life and I think my dad’s life was a living hell. No one was happy. There was the whole blended family issue and arguments every day. I hated it. I...