My parents finally went separate ways.The separation was very hard on me,I wanted to be with my mom and I wanted to be with my dad...Yes as mean as he was I still wanted to be with him...On the weekends when I went and stayed with him ,he treated me good...That was the dad I always wanted...My mom was out doing things she never really got to do and was having fun...She was not a perfect mom so please don't think that is what I am saying...My oldest brother and I had more freedom then ever...We loved where we lived and had lots of friends...I guess getting away from the fighting between mom and dad helped with my anger issues...I was playing with other kids and not starting trouble...We was happy,but I was sad as well,I missed my dad...Well about 9 months went by and my mom and dad went back together...So we moved back into that little falling down trailer...I went back to the same school,but I was able to make fiends because I was not the mad little boy anymore..I was in the 6 th grade then,when I entered middle school I got mixed up with the wrong crowd,pot heads...So this was the start of an 18 year addiction...I first started smoking cigs,then beer,then pot...by age 15 I drank beer like water and whiskey like water....This was the start of 18 years of pure hell...
