I had the worst childhood imaginable. I was so happy to leave home at 17yrs old and leave the state to move to CA. Every time I try something new, it turns to crap. I have the worst luck ever. I'm hoping what I'm working on now will be successful, and my family will think twice about calling me a stupid low life. It always hurts to hear that from mother, a couple sisters. I'm older. It's more manageable, I'm at the point I don't give a crap what they say. I only talk to them once every couple months. The future just frightens me.