Where to start...my childhood, as i can recall, was normal. The only thing I can remember that was bad is that my dad was never around. He'd go away for a month at a time, come home for the weekend only to leave again. When i was about ten my parents began to fight all the time. I'd listen to them bitch and scream at the top of their lungs. Id sit at the top of the steps and just cry.(just remembered this:( ) I dont they ever realized i heard anything. My brother and sister were all moved out and there was no one to save me. My parents are really messed up. They decided to get divorced but then tried to make things work. The fighting began again so they were gonna get divorced again but nope, thought they'd give it one more try. Didn't work, about two years ago they finally divorced. I didn't know what was gonna happen to me. I did not want to leave the house I was brought up in. My dad is an alcoholic even though I'm sure hed never admit it. He lost his license for a year because of drunk driving. My mom is 50 and still smokes weed to this day. I don't have good examples for parents. I know this problem in minor, but i can't find a guy to save my life. I think this is because of the example in front of me. Both my parents were married and divorced before they married eachother. Pretty spectacular and kind of takes away the meaning of love. since the divorce my parents have dated on and off. One moment they'll be fine and the next they are fighting. Its so confusing and I never know what is going on. I think I have depression and I'm at my breaking point. I don't know what to do anymore. Sorry for being so long. I dont' think everyone elses is :( (I'm new, please forgive me :) )
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