My mom and my relationship wasn't really good. Bad to the point that I learned all the curse words through her.
"How is it my fault??? My dad can go around doing women, but why is that my fault?"
That is the question that I always had in my mind.
My mom isn't the first or second wife anyway, he was like that even before I was born!
Well, at least my mom got out of her usual cursing, and didn't call me scum of the humanity.
Not like I asked to be born.
I thought I wouldn't shed a single tear if she died... but when she tried to... I was struck frozen. I guess I was right, not a single tear dropped. Maybe that's because she didn't die in the end, or maybe because I was just too shocked.
I did despise my dad. Coming out of nowhere one day, saying: "I'm your father!"
But he wasn't a bad dad... at least he didn't hit me or curse at me.
Oh, don't worry, the hitting part didn't hurt that much anyway... Ah... maybe it did hurt a bit... fine, it friken hurted like hell.
I want to talk about the time she smashed my head with a M*cBook Air, but it would take too long if I get to that.
(Side note: My head didn't crack, and I didn't die, so it's fine!)
What was I trying to say?... oh ya.
This is basically it. My depressing, sad, more depressing, life. Or at least that was my past.
Do you want to know about the MacBook incident?? ('V')