My Simple Life’s Story

       Where do I start, hmmm. I was born in El Paso, TX. Lived there for some months or more I don’t remember really. My mother confessed that when I was still in diapers she was changing my diaper and she dug her nails into my thighs. She left shortly after that and it was just dad working three jobs and us three boys (that I remember lol). So we didn't see much of him, but he always brought us something when he picked us up from work, donuts and something drink, or whatever. :) He re-married when I was like five or six, she was a terror. She drank, gambled, and smoked non-stop. When she was supposed to be watching us she would throw us in a movie and go gamble. They divorced when I was 12 or so. Which is also when my mother came back into our lives.

My mother is bi-polar, manic depressive, manipulative, and lazy. I say this not out of malice but fact. When my mother came back into our lives she manipulated us into taking our dad to court and suing him for full custody. She had us declare her the better parent with a stable environment. This only caused her to end up paying current and back child support and gave her every other weekend/holiday/and summer custody. Mostly it was to her detriment because he already agreed verbally outside of court to better visitation arrangements. But that's what the judge gave her to work with.

So we three boys start visiting her every other weekend and as time went on she piled on more and more housework until my little bro and I did it all while our older brother, who thought that it was beneath him, directed the cleaning.

At age 15, she moved into these drug infested weekly apts. It was there that I learned she herself was on heavy drugs like crystal meth and on top of that she was popping pills like hydrocodone.

It was also here that, I had my first male sexual encounter and it was entirely unwanted. Every other weekend and every night, while my mother was working, he would come over and take care of business. He wasn't a little guy either. This occurred for three months about. That was until he got arrested for drug trafficking. I told no one for like two years.....

Around the same time my dad asks me if I want to move to Montana because my little brother himself needed clean-up / sober up time after crashing our car. This was instigated by my mother I later found out but I was told he wasn't going without me and it was my choice, so we went because my little brother and my dad I love deeply and would give them the world.

We were up there for three months before my little brother was admitted to a psychological ward for trying to commit suicide. He was in the ward for three months. Before he got out he told the family he was gay and proud of it, thus causing my mother to attempt suicide multiple times and then being admitted after he was let go. When he got out my dad picked him up and brought him back to Vegas where we grew up.

I ended up staying in Montana because of friendships and whatnot I made there, and because I didn't trust the care of my grandmother to my mother and grandpa was not getting any younger.

So I stayed and graduated HS there all the while dealing with my crazy mother and all he suicide attempts and whatnot trying to care for my grandmother. I moved out when I was 19, two days after graduation, and started my fast food management career. Since then I have pretty much always been a workaholic and had two or more jobs up until my car accident in 06, and now I do the best I can with one job. I ran a Wendy's for a while and worked 120+ /week for 28k a year, I left as soon as my verbal contract was up and started working two jobs again even though I wasn’t supposed to, and they collapsed so I moved to a different part of Montana. That didn't work out so I moved to Vancouver, WA. I wasn’t able to find work so I joined a carnival (which was a blast). After that was over I moved here and started my current job after 4 months of not being employed. J Such has my life been. Questions Feel free to ask. J