Nonsense Nonsense Nonsense

‘Cause really i’m thankful for my alcoholic mother and heroine addict father

I’m not a product of my environment, which according to most doesn’t make much sense. My father is a heroine addict. And my mother an alcoholic because of him.

My father’s side of the family were big in the drug dealing scene. My sisters and i grew up having anything we wanted. We actually had ponies, never asked for them. but had them. We grew up on a ranch with horses and goats and chickens and all that good stuff. My father got shipped off to prison when i was 2. We were left with absolutely nothing. It took five years for my mother get herself on her feet again and out of no where he came back. The cycle repeated itself.

But the third time he came back it was different. I knew what was going on.And he was worse, he started stealing from me and my sisters. My mom had all of her possessions locked away. He took everything. And through all of that my mother loved him as much as the day she met him.

I’ve gained a tough skin. I’ve learned to let no one hurt me and it’s okay for yourself to be at the top of your list of priorities. I’ve learned to appreciate the little things and hold on to the things you really love. And i’ve learned how powerful love can be. I love myself more than anything. People call me a jackass for it, call me stuck up and conceited. Doesn’t phase me, they just don’t know how it feels to love themselves.

So yeah, he may be a horrible parent. i dont blame my mother for how she is now. And yes i may have had a roller coaster of a childhood. But really, i’m thankful.