I have a dad Teddy who hooked up with the aunt next door when I was six months old, and the baby next door was a year old.
When I was four years old, a neighbor aunt went to my mother and said that my father was drunk and ran to her house to touch her breasts... However, the end was that my mother scolded the neighbor's aunt, saying that others were ugly and short, and my father could look at her?
I went to school when I was seven years old, and my dad picked me up from school once by chance, met my classmate's mother, and picked me up every day since then. Later, I transferred schools, and my good father took me to play with my classmates every weekend, bringing venison and all kinds of food. In the winter in the northeast, there are minus 30 degrees, my father and aunt are in the room, driving me out to pick up my classmates to come home, and I don't remember why they had classes on the day of school... Anyway, it was so fucking cold I ran back to my room, only to be kicked out again and lock the door.
When I received my classmates, when I went back, I found that my father's outer pants had been taken off, his socks were taken off, and he was wearing only a pair of autumn pants attached to them. I don't understand what they did at home, but this memory has always been with me growing up.
My mother took me to the top of my life when I was seven years old, my father's colleague, my mother's cousin, my teacher, my classmate's mother, the neighbor's aunt, as long as it was a woman's life, my father could take off his pants. When I was a child, I went home from school every night to catch adulterers, fell asleep in the middle of the night after finishing my homework, and stood in class every day, or forgot to take my homework and hid outside for a day.
My mother, did not have the slightest thought to spend on me, I was six years old she quit her job and said to concentrate on taking me at home, but every day is secretly running out of the dance hall to dance, going to other people's homes to chat, anyway, not staying at home. Going out in the morning would say I'd be back in a minute and then come back at night after dark. My mom has a super hot temper, swears, and loves to gossip. Work is also because of gossip confrontation, no face to stay said at home to concentrate on taking care of me. My dad doesn't come home and my family's meal is boiled noodles in white water with soy sauce and green onions. My dad hadn't had dinner at home for half a year, and I had eaten soy sauce noodles for half a year, the kind that didn't put a drop of oil on it.
At that time, almost every day when I came home from school, there was no one at home, I couldn't eat lunch, and there was no small restaurant to eat at that time. Sleepy, hot and thirsty in the summer, I squatted inside the little fence and swallowed, then counted the time to go to school.
Up to now, I have a problem, that is, I can drink water super, and I have to take a big gulp when I see water... I was really too thirsty
In the first year of junior high school, I first lived in a relative's house for a month. Then he was sent to live with his mother's friend. At that time, my aunt just came, my mother did not prepare sanitary napkins for me, I did not have money, my aunt's family is living in a bungalow, to go to the public toilet. I seemed to have secretly taken a sanitary napkin from my aunt, and i used a sanitary napkin for a week. Sneaking some toilet paper every day and carefully clamping my legs through that week...
Later, I took the initiative to tell my mother that I did not want to live in my aunt's house, but I was embarrassed to say that I came to my aunt. I went to a private school to live in the school, bought my own sanitary napkins and washed my own sheets.
I hate my mom more than I hate my dad. Why do you not raise a child, why do you put your mind on the man, and finally the man can't hold on to the daughter who is dead and dead,Every day he nags and pretends to be a good mother, a handful of snot and a handful of tears say that he wants to be good to his daughter, and his daughter is distressed? Ask a child who grew up on his own, do he still need a mother when he becomes an adult? Maternal love is also cheap in my opinion, dispensable, even a burden.