Well, what can I say, at this point I know the rules, I've backed right down, no more running after, no more tears, it is what it is....
Maybe best to start at the beginning, where it all started, me...
I will go back as far as I can remember, maybe jump forward in between, its hard to write about me, I don't exist to myself, its about everyone else around me usually but not here, this is about me!
So I was born, don't remember much from the earlier days, all memories are from photo's... It was just the 3 of us, my Mom, brother and myself.
Dad left us when I was 4 years old.... I remember dad spending alot of time with neighbours, we would watch him through the window, drinking and laughing with them...
Mom would be in tears, very angry, why wouldn't he spend any time with us....
Well, they were divorced, I remember my brother and I seeing him just once and then he moved to Cape town, I think we went once or twice, most likely once to visit him and his new family in Cape Town...
We never saw him again after that... Well not until very many years later...
I remember him as a very angry person back then, he didn't seem to like me much...
Mom remarried, some British idiot that lived down the road from us, he would visit every Friday night and bring us each a bribery packet of crisps. You know the way to woman's heart is by buying her kids... Apparently....
Life was...well... let's just say the British idiot's true colours shone after he married Mom, I knew this place would be my prison for many years filled with alot of unhappiness and many suicide attempts...
I'm still here to tell the story so you know I never got the attempts right, they were more a cry for help....
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