well its a long story and sorry for bad grammar in advance.

i have moved around the world literally, i have moved 8 schools. most of these movements, i dont blame my parents as they were trying to find the best life for me but when i was 13 years old, i was sent a boarding school run by priests (really really strict) in a completely different country.(parents reason was i needed know how to study and stuff since Australia was ruining me)

this was very hard for me, once a month all my friends would go home to their parents while i would be stuck at boarding or if i got lucky with my grandparents. idk how it happened but i started to think that my parents gave up on me and thats why i was sent to boarding school. i litearlly had no one, all the kids that came to boarding were just narcissistic arses that only cared about their own good and i guess i blamed all this on my parents and i distanced myself from them.

the second was at boarding as well. so our school was big on basketball and this major tournament was coming up. so we asked our warden if some of us could stay past the free time and practice and he allowed us. fast forward 1 hour , we come in from practice and our boarding master is there waiting with a cane (he was a complete dickhead and very bad priest). he asked us where we were and why we werent at study, i told him that we were practicing and we had permission from the warden. but he didn't listen and started beating the crap out of me and friends and i kept telling him that we had permission and he carried on beating me for talking back. this event made me very sad and for the first time after being in boarding for a year, i opened up to my parents when they called and told what had happened to me. i also called my grandpa(we had phone booth) and told him and he was all really to come make a big issue. the next thing you know, my parents call my boarding master and he tells them that i lied and was late to study time and hence i got hit and sadly they believed him and told him that they support his actions. after that happened i hated my parents, i only tlked to them if i needed to and never shared my emotions. i went back to australai to my parents after 2 years in boarding and i held a grudge for about 6 years. when i was around 22, i met a motivational speaker and the one thing they told me was never hold grudges cause if u cant mend them when u can, you will regret it for the rest of your life. i guess that made me or influenced me to come to terms with what my parents did.