Everyone has a story, and I'm curious what your life has been like so far. Anonymous and private opinions are allowed for this. I'll likely choose MHO based on how detailed the responses are, since there is no "right or wrong" and "helpful or unhelpful" answer. Thank you for your time. :)
Most Helpful Guy
My parents were relatively young when I was born. The first few years of my life with them were spent in the upstairs half of a drunkard Russian carpenter who was known for drinking obscene amounts of vodka, yet somehow managing to operate heavy machinery as good as the next guy. My father was a young programmer, working hard to keep up in a difficult world without a college degree, my mother had her eye set on climbing the corporate ladder as a black woman working leadership roles in human resources departments.
Eventually we got our own house. I still remember the kids on that block. I was the youngest there and sort of looked up to the older kids who I played with. We used to play hide and seek and anyone's backyard was fair game.
My parents went on to make 6 figures and achieve the American dream, a big house in a nice neighborhood. They were practically kids and against so many odds, still did well thorough teamwork and perseverance.
Eventually my parents began arguing. My mother got jealous of the people we lived around. Relatively speaking, we were small fish in a big pond. She took the best qualities of everyone around us and compared that to my father. For years, I saw him kill himself trying to make her happy. Whether it was by doing all the chores the woman usually does or by digging trenches in the back yard until his hands were bloody from blisters, all while being yelled at, all while never being appreciated. Not a single thank you came from her mouth that I ever saw. She threw things at him. It was like all the things the man usually does to the woman she did to my dad. He never laid a finger on her and it was all probably in the name of setting a good example for me.
I had my own problems though, I couldn't make any friends in my new school. People ripped on me for every little thing and I tried to be cool about it but when your young at that age and your not sure how to react, it just affects you. I got really depressed. I stopped trying in school. My life every day from the time I was in 2nd grade was to go to school, be ignored, left out made fun of, and wait for the bus alone. I would get dropped off alone and I would walk home from the bottom of the hill alone where I spent 4 hours a day in an empty home.
It wasn't so bad. I was into movies. All I spent my time doing was watching movies, playing video games and learning how to make movies.1
- Show AllShow Less
Most Helpful Girl
I'm the second born of three kids, I was my moms seventh pregnancy and I was very welcomed by my parents. I grew up taking care of my autistic, epileptic older brother and my four years younger sister, while my parents worked two to three jobs each to support us. I was expelled from school in third grade because I broke a kids arm when I caught him strangling my brother. From then on I was homeschooled. I suffered depression from my school days well into adulthood and it was at it's worst when I was nine. When I was nine, we were in a car crash that left my mum permanently disabled and incapable of moving around. I took on the role of mother, cleaning, cooking, and taking care of my then five year old sister. My dad went back to two jobs after the accident so he could cover mum's medical bills so we never really saw him until I was thirteen and the medical aid finally paid out. I grew up in a small religious town from the age of nine where we were very isolated and shunned because we're Buddhist. It's a rural area and to this day we live here and keep horses and tons of golden retrievers. Now I'm 20 and I'm off to college to study Hospitality Management next year. So my life has been fairly grown up and busy. I enjoyed it so far though, because there is always something to make up for the bad1