MurderISfun is enjoying the weekend
God… I don’t even know where to start. The beginning should suffice. I was born in 1991 and my parents got divorced on the 1st of May 1997. My father is a retired lawyer and my mother is an unemployed piece of shit, much like Debbie Mathers, Marshall “Eminem” Mathers mom.
I lived with my mom after the divorce till I turned 9, In 2000. For my birthday that year my dad bought me a computer, a really nice one, a Pentium 3 600mhz processor, 10 gb hdd, 128mb ram, 32mb video card, cool games, the works, everything. I really appreciated it… My mom didn’t have a lot of money, because she is/was a fucking alcoholic. On the weekend of the 15th of November 2000, Two weeks after my birthday, I went to visit my dad. I told him I want to move in with him, He was sceptical, I mean he was living the ultimate life, Money, fucking smoking girlfriend, cars, parties etc… Now he would be saddled down by a child… He told me its no problem, Which showed me how much he actually cared.
The Sunday night my dad took me to my mother’s house to tell her and get my things, My mother didn’t accept this, She was in a court battle with my father for extended maintainence for my brother and I. She told me to “Get out of the fucking car or I will kill your father”, I refused. She flinged the door open, dragged me out of the car on asphalt, I was scratched mad. That night I cried for my dad, eventually my mother told me to call my father so he could come fetch me.
I didn’t see my mother till christmas after I left.
She moved to another city in 2001 and started a new life, Taking my brother with her. We were distant, seeing each other twice a year for a long time.
In October 2004 I went to stay by my mother after my dad was in a destructive on-off relationship with a woman I call my stepmother today. Things didn’t go well at my mom’s. Constant fighting escalated into her stabbing me with a knife in my forearm.
I moved back to my dad in July 2005. I was in the 8th grade then. I think my mother threw me away that day. We constantly fought over the phone, calling me a fuckup, a mistake, an accident.
In 2007 I started homeschooling. Things between my mother and I seemed to be getting better. We were talking more often and I went to visit her for longer periods.
Fuck this… I don’t even feel like typing about this bitch any longer

