As I can remember post # 1

My name is Brent . I am not very educated but I will try not to lose you to bad...I grew up in a very small town in West Virginia. A poor child,abused,beat, and bruised. My parents never had much,but we at least survived.There was five of us my parents and 2 other brothers.We lived in a very small mobile home...Our mobile home was very old and in very bad shape.I can remember when it would snow ,and the wind would blow,the snow would pile up under my bed.Why,because the walls was in very bad shape and they had holes in them...                                                                                                                                                              Any way this is the start of my story. I will add more each day as I remember things.....I went to therapy finally a few years ago,I am a better person then I ever knew...My therapist on my last visit said she was proud of me,I ask her why..She said Brent most people that have went through what you have don't make it here....Well I will be 40 years old in two days....And I am still dancing the dance of life.