Feb. 08, 2014
The Day That Changed My Life
When I was a kid I was abused by my father and stepfather. I have been put through walls and windows. When I would get into trouble with my dad he would use a belt or a two by four on me. If I was with my mom and my stepfather was in a bad mood or I did something wrong or if I got anything below a b in school, I would get hit or I would have to choose between a branch off a rose bush, a belt, and a wrench. It made me so mad that this was happening and people around me that knew what was going on did nothing. I became very angry it got to the point that I learned how to block out the pain. My anger arose so fast I needed to release this anger that began to consume my life. Abuse is what I knew, I began picking fights with anyone that I could find or anyone that said something to make me mad.
When I was 13 the rage became so unbearable I got into a fight at school. When I fought the only thing I focused on was the fight itself, I couldn't see anything that was going on around me all my attention was consumed. I felt someone grab my arm I turn and swung. As I was tackled to the ground I had realized what I had just done. I punched a cop. I was arrested. My mom came and picked me up at the police station. Charges were dropped but my Mom was told if I continued on this path it was only a matter of time before I did something regrettable. Her solution was to move out of Colorado and took me to Maine.
In the beginning of my “new life” in Maine things were not any better for me I had so much anger I would lash out all the time. I had a very hard time keeping friends because I lashed out all the time. All this did was made me even angrier and I began to hate everything and everyone.
Once I became of age to work I began to just focus on making money and not worrying about anything or anyone. My mother did the best...
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