Well, here goes. When I was 5 months old and my older half-brother was two, my dad beat him badly. HE became furious when my brother pooped in the tub and began playing with it. The Louisiana department of wel-fare was called. My brother was black and blue and had cigsrette burns on his back. We were then given to my grand-parents to raise. My grandmother and my Aunt have told me that when they got me I looked like one of those Ethiopian children. They said my stomach was swollen from malnurishment. My Aunt said that I drank 6 four once bottles and then slept for a whole day. It was not until I was four or five that my parents were able to see me again every other weekend. I was always scared of them. Especially my dad. To me, my grandparents were my parents.I hated going there. Things were great. Until I was 8. My grandparents had gotten into an argument about us. Someone called the wel-fare again. I remember being called to the office at school and having to talk to alot of people. My parents had driven in my head the idea that things with them would be so great. We would move to Florida and live by the beach and I could go swimming anytime I wanted to. Which to me was something grand. The welfare people sat me down at my school and asked me what I wanted to do..live with my parents or my grandparents. They told me they had already spoken to my brother Patrick. I asked them what he had said. They told me that he had said he would do whatever I chose to do. At 8 yrs old I was left with a life-altering decision. With thoughts of the beach and things being great, I chose my parents. It soon proved to be the wrong choice. I still blame myself for that choice. For changing no tonly my life negatiely but my brother's as well.The abuse began immediately. The moment we arrived in Florida I was beaten badly with a stick. A fe wmonths later I received the worst beating of my life. My dad punched me and threw me against furniture and walls. I blacked out. I was out of school for two weeks. Not once seeing a Dr. I had marks all over my body. I was told to tell everyone I fell. Yeah...classic. This continued constantly. My dad was insanely strict. We could only have one hand above the table while eating, had to always answer sir or ma'am. If not, something was thrown at us. I recieved the worst of the abuse. Even now my brothers and I still do not know why. We assume because he is not my real dad. We have good reason to believe that one of my uncles is my real dad. This abuse continued into adolescence. I had a job at a nearby seafood restaurant as a cook at 15. My dad would take my paychecks the moment I walked in from work. Luckily my boss knew all of this and would give me 20 dollars cash before even writing my check.I remember my dad coming to my job and calling me outside on several occasions. Once outside he would grab me and push me against the wall threatening me. I had no life. I did nothing and went no where. At 17 I had had enough. I ran away. After work one night my boss brought me to my brothers. The next day my mother called asking my brother where I was. My brother told them I was there and staying and if they did not like it we would go to court.
I stayed with my brother for a month before moving back to Louisianna to live again with my grandparents. In a few months I would meet my first love, Penny. We were together for two years until she cheated on me with my best friends. She had gotten drunk one night while I was at work and slept with both of them. Choosing to remain with one of them. This hurt me badly and sent me into my first real depression. Then I met Cody's mother, Shelia. I really thought things were looking up. After a yer she became pregnant.We married during the pregnancy. Cody was my godsend. He was my reason for suffering so much. It would prove short lived however. When my younger brother returned from Germany, he and she had an affair. She then left me for him. taking Cody with her. She tried to have Cody calling him daddy. Cody was 2 at the time. My parents were actually rooting for the two of hem to be together. Giving them their blessing. This hurt so very badly as I had tried to forgive my parents of all they had done. Well, Shelia could not prove herself faithful to even my brother and it was this time that I decided to get custody of my son only months after she left me. She signed him over without a fight. I was involved with a woman shortly thereafter. She and I were together for five years until she left me one day for a family friend. It devastated both Cody and myself. A year later I met my second wife, Crystal, who was already two months pregnant. The father had kicked her out and wanted nothing to do with her or the baby. I took her and the baby as my own. I gave the baby my name. I married her and was on top of the world. I saw the baby as my second chance. I loved the baby as my own and to her I was daddy. I cut her cor dand named her myself...Raven Aurora. We were so very close. Everyone admired it. I have posted pictures of her. BTW...none of my significant others ever worked. It was all me. Well, I had decided to go into the Army to better my family. In basic I became injured. Breaking both knees, ankles, and my heel bone. I then called my wife to tell her about it. Little did I know sh ehad began talking to and fell in love with a man over the internet. She wanted to be taken care of. She actually told me while I was in the hospital that it was over and she wanted a divorce because I was being discharged. When I go tout.things went downhill. I tried desperately to save the marriage. SHe had already made up her mind and soon left to live in Arizona with her real dad, leaving Cody and I stranded in Tennessee, knowing no one and with no car. I have not seen either in two years. I had no choice. I then moved back to Florida. Cody's mother and her husband were kind enough to take us in and help us. I then met Jennifer over the internet. Things went bad after two months of us being together physically. I overheard a conversation between her and her ex. I had been friends with another girl online at this time for about a year, Kristen. Only friends. We fell in love and decided to get together. Cody and I moved here with his mom and family. Not knowing that Jennifer was pregnant with twins when I left. She miscarried after only being pregnant a few weeks. We then decided to be there for each other as friends no matter what. Kristen then moved here and we lived together for about 6 months before she went into the Army and fell in love with another man there. I was devastated. I then moved in as a roomate with Jennifer since we had been friends all this time. ONLY friends.SHe turned around and bailed with bill and grocery money for some guy she met online. I struggled for about two months as many can recall on the verge of being homeless as I had been laid off my job at the time. I then found a new job (the one I am at now) and got my own place and am doing well. I have been single for over a year and have used that time to reflect and truly know myself and what I want out of life. Many here think I am a player of sorts as I talk to many women. First of all I will strongly defend this claim as I dispise players. I have not had sex in over 5 months and have NEVER met anyone off of this site. Yes, I do talk to alot of women as friends. Why... because guys are dumb-asses and dis-resespectful perverts. Who are closed - minded and most can not carry a conversation beyond...."Uhh....hey sexy...wanna fuck?" You laugh but you are the ones drooling over these idiots and making them your "CT hubbies". Yes, I flirt..and yes I tease. No harm in that...as I said..until someone actually stands at my front door....it is nothing but harmless fun. This being said, I am single and I am looking for "The one". Does that mean I am looking here? NO. However, I am not closed-minded to possibilities.There is a great deal that I have not mentioned here as i would preferr to talk about in private. Like sexual abuse I endured and much more. I just wanted to give you the basics of my life.
