Life presents all of us with conflicts or challenges, most of which we label “mile stones”; but the story I’m going to tell you is about much more than that. My story is about good, bad, and the mix of the two. It is about choosing to live alive or to live a life of continual post mortem, and it is about me learning that to truly be alive isn’t always an easy thing to do, but after you wake up from a lifelong of sleep it is something almost impossible not to fight for.
All of this really started last November when my mother and her husband started fighting again. They always fought, but this time it seemed different. Soon after thanksgiving they split. He and his son moved out of the house, and eventually papers for a divorce were filed. The divorce was nasty while it lasted and that statement in itself is another story for another day, but as a result of it my real father was introduced into my life for the first time in 9 years. After the divorce and all of the restraining orders and insanity of my mother and her husband passed and he started coming around again life for me grew to be worse than I ever could have imagined it before. My mother’s husband came back into my house tearing every sense of home I had away from the structure and him along with my mother tore any ounce of worth I had left within me to a nonexistent value, to an absolute zero. I honestly didn’t really notice it; in a way I was their sheep. I lived my monochromatic life day in and day out for months before it dawned on me that the way my life was being lived wasn’t lifelike at all. It wasn’t until Sam that I realized I needed to get out of the situation, before he came along I thought it was normal to feel unwanted, that not having a voice and hiding myself was how it was supposed to be. One day after my daily strip search I realized that I have spent so much of my life unhappy that now that I have had a glimpse of it I want to know what living in happiness truly is.
After the seed...