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Before I start i'd like to thank everyone for their comments,I'm new in this whole blogging world so nexttime i'll peply to ur comments, and also to make things clear, my whole blog story isn't revolved around a sappy love story, or even a guy. No guy can cripple me the way I am.



So to start it all off I should start at my childhood, thats were everyone starts, Right? Well my childhood wasn't that bad i guess. When i come to think about it and look back at my childhood. i do think that it was that bad. There were many bad things thou. I remmber my mother used to hit us alot when we did somthing wrong. She always gets mad so fast, and over any little thing. I remmber when I was in about 2nd grade, i used to go to school and have fun there, and then when i get home and its time to do my homework my mother would always yell or get mad if i didn't do it right, and i remmebr at that time when she gets mad i used to always say in my head, " I always have a good day but mama always pops that happy bubble i'm in ", when i think about it now i really don't know what it ment, but all i know is that my mother was really hard on us.

I love my mother don't get me wrong, but I do think that there are other ways to teach us or raise us then hitting and yelling all the time. I used to be afraid of her when she gets mad. When i come to think about it most of my childhood memrioes of my mother was her either hitting or yelling at us. I remmber this one time me and my sibblings were playing down stairs in he morining before our parents woke up, and then my mother woke up and called me and my older sister, she took us into out colset and hit us, and the reason why she did it is kinda blurry, i don't remmber why, but all i remmber was her hitting us with a flip flop. I love my mother, i love her more then anything in the world, that was her way of raising us, it was wrong most of the times, and i know that i'm never gooing to do the same with my children. But my mother did what she did for her own reason's. My mother had a disturbing childhood, but i'll leave her story for next time.

My father, my father wasn't a big part of my life, he cares about himself more then anyone and anything else, and i took that from him. Till now my relationship with my father is not like a typical normal father daughter relationship. My sibblings have a better relationship with him than me. I always kept my distance from him, i always thought he hated me most, and i don't know why i ever thought that. My father was cold, he never showed his emotions, you never knew if he was mad, he was happy or anything, he laughed and joked with his friends, but when he was at home he didn't talk to us alot. Although i'm not that close with my dad yet me and him have alot in common, which i find really weird.
This is it for now, we have to leave some for next time ....