Well I was never much of a writer and in fact could barely pull a B in english which always prevented me from writing these long stories. However I've always wanted to tell mine because despite having just turned into an adult recently I think of mine to be a generally interesting one. Just like OP did I will change the names of people and the places . So anyway I was born in 1990's and lived in a house with my cousins and my mom which totaled to be around 20 people in one house. My dad was actually in America working at the time so when I got to first actually spend time with I started calling him "Thiaji" which means dads brother because all of my cousins did which led to a bad habit which I'm trying to fix.

So after that I have no knowledge of until I was around 4 in which I lived in America with my dad and mom and even though I have no memory of it my mom claimed that my dad was abusive so one night when I was five she woke me up in the middle of the night and told me to grab my bags and get in the taxi. I was completely unaware of the situation going on and just followed. Turns out we were moving to a motel in a small town which my mom found through some guy lets call him "Bob" and she worked as a maid their for a living. It stayed there for a little while until one day my mom was contacted by the police because my dad wanted to know where I was because he was completely in the dark about this whole situation. So I was supposed to go visit but I started crying due to my mom's stories about him which now that I think about it were complete bullshit. Eventually my mom transferred to a different and even more ghetto hotel in which we lived. The weirdest part was that there was this naked lady painted on the wall and one of the older boys I met there manipulated me into showing me my Nono zone and nothing invasive happened but they just touched each other. So this kept occurring for a while until my mom decided to work for Ugly Bitch at a liquor store in exchange for a place to live and minimum wage. By the way I was in grade 2 or 3 by now. So when we moved in with Bob and his wife and 2 kids it turned out to be terrible for me. At this point I was an innocent kid and had never done anything bad but his kids gave me shit all day. They just kept cursing at me which just really upset me at that age because I didn't swear or do anything to them but they just kept swearing at me.

Then when I was in grade 4 we moved again to some household with Steve and his brother and both their wives and like 5 kids. This part of my life was relatively peaceful except for one guy making fun of my ears being big which wasn't really anything that upset me but I just felt like mentioning it. Then after living there for a year with relative peace we moved into another home with a couple and a guy. Once again a boring part of my life until my mom got an arranged marriage with some random guy that Bob claimed to be a good guy which didn't turn out to be so. I was around 13 by then. So while I was visiting my dad which I had to do on every major school break ( I couldn't do it every week because my mom moved into a different country ) they decided to get married while I had no knowledge of it. So it was peaceful for 6 months and then we realize that this guy is a smoker and an alcoholic with nonstop drinking. Me and him got in fights every month or so but I was a tall kid and relatively strong so I could handle myself. At this point in my life I stopped going to school because what was the point of it all I mean I usually just repeated this process where I would miss the whole semester then show up to school for the last to weeks and give the teachers some sap story of my life and we would just bargain that my finals would make up everything I missed so I would just ace the exams and then move on to the next semester. Then one night I was just sitting in my room upstairs and listening to the yelling going downstairs until I heard my mom screaming my name and it turns out my step dad was trying to rape my mom to which I proceeded to intervene and then he told me which I still remember this "stay out of this, this is mine and her business" At this point I beat the shit out of him but I still kept him in working condition so he could go to work. A little while before I had already told myself that I was going to move in with my dad as soon as my step dad died or they divorced because if I didn't wait my mom probably would have gotten seriously injured.

After that life continued until in 2012 they ended up having a kid and at this point was going to school and trying to continue my life. So this kid who I love and appreciate was a part of my life. The thing is my step dad promised to change and my mom was working to pay the bills so I had to drop school again because he was still the same alcoholic and I wouldn't even allow him to get near the kid because he would get wasted. Since my mom didn't take care and my step dad didn't either I asked my grandma to take care of him. So we took him to India and dropped the baby off at my grandma's and then moved on. A little while after my step dad and me got into another fight where he punched me first so I proceeded to grab his neck and smash him into the wall it was that thin kind of wall so I ended up putting a whole there. He proceeded to get the police called on him so he got a restraining order because my mother didn't want to talk about the rape and act like it never happened. However my mom being the girl she is decides to let him back in and for a year the same shit occurs until she called the police again. While all this was occurring my mom was getting harassed at work by everyone supposedly. She asked what was going on and it turns out Steve was telling everyone to harass her for some reason but she kept claiming that everyone was harassing her no matter where we went but whenever I was with her no one said a thing and I didn't hear anything. At this point I think my mom in crazy because she believes she is being tracked and that there are camera's and recording of her in her house. Her and my step dad divorced and he has a court date coming up. So she checked herself into mental hospital because she feels live everyone is harassing her or she is being spied on while I moved to my dads. At this time I was 18. I forgot to work this in and am to lazy to do now but we were also broke. I ate probably once a day for years. While my step dad would spend $15 of alcohol a day and then some more money on cigarettes.

That leaves me where I am now just living a good life with my dad who was well off.

I'm going to go eat a sandwich now because my hand is shaking writing this.