My Life Story *uncomplete*

I guess it all started when I was eight.
It was April 16, 2006, Easter. The day my mommy died.
The day started off good, it was sunny out, and we were camping at the BMX track for the race. I woke up next to my mother who was snoring away and went out of the tent to go egg hunting on the track.
I remember being told a few hours later that my mommy was at the hospital, but I wasn’t worried, I’ve seen her in a hospital before. She wasn’t the healthiest person.
I don’t remember which place I got, or what time we got home, but when we got there, suddenly my dad appeared. I was overjoyed of course, I never saw my dad very often for some reason, and he always had something for me when he visited!
He did have something, he pulled me into a bedroom alone, and told me the last thing I expected.
“Mommy died.”
The next thing I remember was walking out of the room shocked, my Ba Ngoai and Aunt’s outside the door in tears.
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The first few months rolled by easily, I saw the corpse so I knew it wasn’t a sick joke.
I didn’t cry at the funeral.
I moved in with my dad in his hometown, it was nice and pretty peaceful for a bit, until I found out he was drinking again.
This may not seem so big to you, but my dad was an alcoholic, drinking ruins everything. And it did.
I told my grandma and I don’t really know what she did, but she talked to him about it. Later on he told me he wanted to move to Destin since he had better job opportunities there. I agreed of course, I listened to the adults because the adults were always right. I stayed with my grandma for a bit while he went to Destin to fix everything up, the way he wanted it. Of course, another thing happened though.
He got in a wreck, an alcohol induced wreck. He broke four plate shards in his neck and was told he would be paralyzed for the rest of his life.
Honestly, I think that would have been better.
No, he recovered and was sent to Haven House, a rehab center for men.
Those two years he was in there, I lived with my Grandma and Nonna, who took custody away from him. I was happy there, my grandmas listened to me, they tried hard to make me happy. They turned me from a bratty, miserable, hateful child, to an understanding, happy, full of life one. They understood me, and I understood them.
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In the time I was with my grandmas, I met a very important person in my life.
Her name was Jennifer; she was a woman who was in the AA meetings my grandma held every Friday. I considered her to be my best friend in the whole wide world, and she was, but that’s not why she was so important in my life.
In rehab, my dad hurt his neck and was kicked out so they wouldn’t have to pay charges. My dad came to my grandmas’ to stay for a while and to get his life settled so I could live with him again….
Then he met Jennifer…
I’m gonna skip a bunch of stuff, but they got engaged and my new life in Freeport, Florida commenced. It was really nice there, we had a large house, I made lots of good friends, I was with Jennifer, my best friend in the world, and Daddy was doing well on his job. I think the only downside was that he was never home.
For some reason though, I turned back into a bratty little kid though. I got in trouble more often too, mostly for stupid things like school grades. I would get things taken away from me if I got anything lower than a B.
I think the most memorable time in Freeport was Jennifer promising me that we were there to stay, and I wasn’t going to move anymore.
Of course that was a lie.
Daddy got fired, and we suddenly couldn’t afford the house we were living in. We had to move again, and this time we were moving to Georgia.

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I was okay with it though, I still believed the adults were always right.
The house was a lot smaller, but it was still nice. Jennifer got a job with baby food and I can’t remember what daddy did…
While we were in Georgia, the same thing happened that happened in Freeport, I made lots of really good friends. I’m still in contact with a few of them too because of Facebook!
Daddy and Jennifer got married in the mountains, and everything appeared to be okay…
It wasn’t, daddy was apparently doing drugs and cheating on Jennifer with another woman.
When Jennifer found out about the drugs, she asked me if I was okay with her kicking him out. I agreed that that was the best option.

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While all this was happening, I was slowly losing my emotions one by one, creating different masks to replace those emotions. I found that I had lost the ability to cry, unless someone I loved was yelling at me. I started thinking about morbid things, what would happen if I committed suicide, or if anyone would miss me.
I was in a depression.
Jennifer was stressed out too, she would yell at me a lot more, give more frequent punishments for simple things, make me study three hours a day, and many more things. I never complained though, I couldn’t.
Of course, something else happened. My daddy found a house and was demanding that I live with him.
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I moved in with my dad. The house even smaller than the last and it was obvious that it was over 100 years old. It had only two rooms and one bathroom.
I left for Christmas vacation in Orlando with my Ba Ngaoi for a few weeks, when my dad told me something over the phone. He said he had a girlfriend named Jamie, and that she was really nice and cool and that I would like her. She was to be staying with us in the small house. He never asked me if that was okay, he told me.
I went “home” and met Jamie, who turned out to be pregnant with my father’s child. She was pregnant. That was nice, I was going to have a little brother or sister. I should have been overjoyed, but I felt nothing. Of course, they at least thought I was overjoyed, I got very good at hiding my true emotions and lying.
Later on we found out it wasn’t my dad’s child. She got pregnant a few weeks before and had sex with my dad so she wouldn’t be a single mother. I also found out much later she was a hooker from a ******** club.
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After my dad found out it wasn’t his child and kicked her out, his drinking got worse. I knew he was drinking before the incident, but he wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore. He would drive home drunk and fill flasks in front of me, saying it was just coke. As soon as I possibly could I arranged for me to be able to visit my grandma and tell her about him.
When I did meet up with her, she said she would talk to him about it and if I would give him one more chance?
…I said yes, but I didn’t want to…
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Sep 9, 2012