Birth - age 10

OK guys I guess I should give you that background post I've been promising. I don't know how much I'll write 'cause I'm pretty beat but we'll leave where ever I end on a To Be Continued. So lets just do this, huh?


My mother had me when she was still in high school, at 17. My father had already graduated, but my grandparents raised me instead. My father wanted a little boy and was extremely disappointed when that didn't happen. A lot of people, especially my mom, blames him for how I am. I don't buy that. That would imply this is...fixable. Anyway, I jumped between grandparents a lot as a baby all while my father tried to fill his fantasy of having a son. When I was 1 my parents got married. When I was 2 they divorced. On the bright side I was young so the divorce didn't tear apart my life in the way divorces to older children do. And despite my parents opinions I never had that fantasy of them being together again. I liked the guy my mom married when I was 3. He was a great guy and was often there for me more then my father was. My mom and step dad had a son when I was 4. When I was 6 my mom was expecting again and by 7 my dad had remarried. My mom and step dad weren't home a lot because my mom was working and getting her college degree and my step dad worked 2 or 3 jobs depending on the year. So when I was with her, my grandparents took care of me a lot. My stepmother had a son from her previous marriage only a year younger then me. You'd think we'd get along well but mostly he made fun of me. See, as a kid whenever we played house, I wanted to be the dad. When it came to playing with toys, LEGO's and G.I. Joe's and pretending my bike was a motorcycle was way more enticing to me then dolls or... you know what, I can't think of stereotypical things girls play with. But you get the idea. When asked what I wanted to be when I grew up I'd answer 'Fireman' because my father was one. I had a black jeep PowerWheels that I LOVED. So, because I wasn't like other girls my stepbrother tormented me about it. Besides his torment my stepmother felt threatened by me for whatever reason. She just did not like me, at all. Nothing I did was right. Eventually, my father dropped all custody of me at the age of 9 or 10 (I honestly can't remember, it's been a while) per my step mothers request. According to my family I strived to reach him, to get him to be my father again. But nothing I did made a difference to him.


OK, this is where I leave it To Be Continued. I know it wasn't an awfully long post, but it took a while to write. I'll try and update tomorrow night. Remember, spread me around the internet like racist jokes at a trailer park. Night.
-Aiden