What a life
Growing up is so hard everything was so fine we use to travel from stockport to visit my grandparents farm house in the country of Lincolnshire where my grandad had fields of crops he used worked on coliflowers cabbage making hay balls to driving tractors and combineharvester the story's he told me when I was 7 was so good to hear.i would play in the tree house and wait for him ro come home from work.we would sit at a huge table for dinner,no elbows alword bringing in the lags he had cut up for the fire we would all sit around playing board games toghter looking back now it was just perfect .then we would aftder a week travel back to Stockport on the coach with my mum brother and sister very long drive i would sleep all the way home .then things got bad my step dad used to beat my brother with a leather belt it started when he sent my brother to the chip shop aftder my dad had been out drinking he said my brother took a very long time the food cold my brother would cry and say there was a que didn't no much better then to love my stepdaughter who had brought me up from the age of four we lived in a flat at this point my stepdaughter worked everyday as a warehouse man he didn't talk much looked like the honey monster most people would say I didn't understand what was happening. Then one day we was at school with friends and when we returned home mother said we have a house we are moving no I cryed I will miss all my friends .the dreaded day came we had to leave our school and our friends behind .so of we go new house wasn't to bad we had a lounge and a dinning room me and my sister found it fun to run in and out of the room ,we then had a new school new friends a friend iam still intouch with today 31 years later .I used to go shopping with my dad every Saturday with my dad I would pull the shopping bag and go to a cafe with him once home from shopping I would go to my grandma house for the weekend I loved my Grandma's with all my heart. we went to jumble sales day trips to Alton towers.the unfortunately I reached my teenage years things was so bad at home with the fights and me having to ask my sister five years younger then me for premmision for everything including me having a drink my life turn for the worse why was this happening maybe because my stepdaughter was my sister full father I dont no .if I wanted clothes iknow longer got them so had to shoplift then it got worse I started to drink alcohol tand ake drugs .got into trouble with the police and ended up in the care system for a short time.as soon as I turnt to 16 I left and moved away to a place called knott-end on sea i had a room in a big shared house .my own bedroom and shower shared kitchen and lounge .I stayed here for a while got a job was doing great again untill the police knocked on my door late at night asked if they could come in I said yes they went on and asked me to sit down ,ur mum is on life support she whont make it till morning .I managed to get from my home in knot-end to Stockport late that night i arrived at Manchester Royal hospital very late i begged to see my mother i explained she wasn't going ro make it untill morning security then let me on to the ward where I ment the nurse's. Just this was the nurse said I actually walked straight past my mother as I did not recognise her at first she was on life support and tubes in her mouth .I sat down with her holding her hand did not no what to do or say then the nurse said you can speak to your mum she can still here you so I spoke away to my mother I also told the nurse I wish to stay with my mum until the line appears on the screen.unfortunally a few hours later my step dad came to the hospital i said I was going for food he said go and get some sleep he will let me know if anything happens. So of I went to my friends house for him to take me home .Tme went by I heard nothing then I recieve a call my mother had passed my dad then told me he will be in touch when the funeral is .I return to my home in knott-end.not days but weeks went by I rang my dad ,dad when is mother funeral and to the shock of me the reply was sorry its been and gone .I then decided no matter where uam no matter where or what ido its no better.so I moved back to Stockport met a boy moved in with him i then ended pregnant with my first child so scared only 17 years old .my boyfriend was great he was a one parent his self he proposed to me and my grandmother was so happy we had to be married before the baby was born .he then started grabbing my hair and stopping me going out with friends.i had to look aftder his son while my bf went to football .not to long aftder we moved back to Lancashire blackpool where we got married my stepdad and sister also got a place in blackpool .I went on to having more children the marriage lasted 17 years untill wait for it yes my husband cheated on me with my younger sister they are still married today and have a child of there own my children was so confused and started self harming mummy they would say to me is daddy baby going to be our nephew or brother crash my life's gone again I turn to my brother for him to say these people have done nothing wrong being toghter we only had the same mum but different dad's. My children have now mostly all grown up I live with one child now The end
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