so this is gonna be all stories n shit like that, in english class at school the only thing i was good at was poetry and short stories, its not all gonna be just made up shit, theres gonna be some personal stories and other real life things, i dont fukin know jus read what u think looks good, the grammer and spelling is gonna all over the place but i dont care enough to fix that shit, just read it, it still makes sense and it readable
I want to write some shit about my dad, cuz i dont think people realize how important he is to me, and the things he's done for me in my life which is pretty much everything theres no way i'd be where i am if it werent for him, yet he never did things for me directly, he doesnt believe in that, which i always thought was shit but now i know if he just did everything for me i would be another dumbass spoiled kid who doesnt know how to do anything for myself, but i'll start for the begining.
So when i was way little like from birth till i was 11 i was with my mom, my dad worked out in the bush for months at a time which eventually ended his and my moms relationship, but he still sent most of his money to her so she could take care of me and my sister and pay bills n shit, it was always way more than enough, which could have been the reason for her getting into drugs, everything worked great untill my mom got into the shit heavy, she would leave us alone for weeks sometimes, so my sister basically raised me till i was able to fend for myself, and that was about when i was like 8 or 9, i started stealing for food and clothes n shit, we stayed at friends n neighbours and lived like shit for a few years. while this was happening my dad was still out working and jus sending money and not knowing fully what was going on, i would call him now and then but i wouldnt tell him about it, i dunno why, scared of my mom i guess, every couple months he would come pick me up for a weekend or take me out to work with him i loved it.
One of the times my mom fuked off she left the house locked so we assumed she would be back right away, we were jus out back in the field where the playground was, we ended up staying the night there and my uncle i think showed up to visit and discovered us at the park, angered with my mom he called the cops which led to social sevices which led to a foster home, it wasnt till now my dad found out fully what was going on, he knew she was doing drugs and bein dumb, but he never knew she would fuk off for weeks and leave us with nothing.
After six months in a super religious foster home in a small ass religious town and six months of legal battles and custody bullshit for my dad he finally got me and colby, my sister was old enough by now to not need a dad i guess and she stayed in the city. the point is my dad saved me from the shitty street life and shitty foster home and gave up alot for me and my new born little brother.
From then on he became the best superhero in the world i actually thought he could do everything cuz in my eyes he did do everything id brag to everyone about him. so he got a big ass house in the city and we lived there for a year it was awesome i was doin good in school and had lotsa friends i was on almost all the sports teams, i got to run in the provincials at the butterdome things were perfect, i even had constant girlfriends, i still dont get it i dont think i was that cute, but i had all the junior high girls on me when i was in grade 6, all popular hot girls too it blows my mind to this day, back then they didnt even matter to me, maybe that was it tho, i acted too fukin cool and they loved it lol, nowadays it all that on my mind. back on topic tho, although i was a super good kid we were still a block off of 118, so i hooked up with some bad friends and got myself into some trouble and was a little 12yr old pinner dealer, and me n my buddy delivered shit for his big brothers to the hells angels house, he never looked at what it was, obviously drugs, but we were all cool with it cuz we got pop and chips money and the hells angels guys were awesome and would let us in there hot tub in the back yard sometimes. but somehow my dad caught wind of my shitty ways and like that we were out of there.
That summer we moved to edson, i fukin hated it, no friends no girls liked me and i just wasnt cool here, i came to school wearing a jersy and baggy ass pants, they thought i was fukin retarded, it killed my confidence and my cool i just stopped talking and trying anything, no sports no fun no nothing people didnt like me here. i know it was for my own good tho, cuz if i wasnt here id probably be dead or in jail, another situation my dad saved me from. eventually i made a couple friends i discovered not everyone in this town was a racist redneck cowboy fukin dick, %98 were for sure, but i jus hung out with the skater kids and the one native person i met in this school lol. it all worked out eventually.
Junior high through highschool was all basically the same, got more friends and jus coasted through those years, a few fights and a little trouble but no more than kids, till late highschool, this is where my dad came in big i decided drop out of air cadets and get a part time job at A&W then i decided i wanted a car cuz i now had my license which my dad helped with, he paid for this car knowing it was a huge rip off and tried convincing me to not get it, but i wanted it, my dad isnt the type of guy to lay down the law, he gives advice and if i decided to not take he would just be like alright then you will learn the hard way, and i always did, it was very effective cuz im still paying for that fukin car.
As far as money and decisions my dad always had my back no matter what, even if he knew it was a bad idea he would just give me his opinion and let me do what i want, which worked really good cuz every single time i disagreed with what he told me i paid, everytime hes fukin right, lol. so i decided fuk school, i know this hurt my dad alot but being the man he is he let me go and told me to get a job, which i did, i went straight to the oil patch and made loads figuring i made the right decision because i made more than all my friends and people i went to school with, but i now i know i fuked up cuz there all making twice and triple what i make and do 1/4 the work i do.
All of this shit i am so thankful for, all the things he taught me, the things he's saved my ass from and had my back on no matter how dumb i was. he is for real the best dad in the world, no doubt in my mind. i think about it everyday, if it wasnt for him where would i be? i cant even imagine, i dont even want to. everything i am today from what i have to how i act is all because of him, i owe him my life and id give it in a second if he needed it.
I think my dad hugged me once in my life after i turned 13, hes a rough no emotion type of guy, so any sign of affection from him is super powerful, i remember it was during his cancer shit, i havent seen him for like 3 months it was rough, i came home from school and there he was in the chair, i was speechless, he looked so different and fuked up looking from all the kemo and radiation treatment, i couldnt handle it instantly i was fighting tears i went to my room, he came in and said something funny i dont even remember, but then he opened his arms and hugged me, right then i broke down like a 5 year old girl and cried, i couldnt help it. just thinking about it is killing me lol.
After that things were all normal again, as far as christmas and birthdays presents have jus been thoughtless things like funny cards and money or socks, or he would ask me what i wanted and hed go get it. that meant alot ofcourse but nothing with thought, which was fine cuz thats just how he was. but my last birthday he blew my mind he didnt ask what i wanted or anything, i thought it was cuz i owed him so much money, but then he gave me a necklace and the most heartful loving type card ive ever seen, it broke me down again. a necklace doesnt seem that big but to me it was huge, it was something he went out and thought of just for me, its the most important thing i own by far, id give up my car before i give up this necklace. a funny side story, my mom bought me a braclet with the exact same patten and style of chain as the necklace, and my mom hasnt talked to us for years, pretty crazy.
So this is why i am so defenive over my dad and this necklace especially, last weekend my roomate ripped it off my neck by accident, i know he didnt mean to and didnt know how much it means to me, but instantly i went into a rage it took everything in me to not hit him, i had his arm and my fist cocked back, but instead i took off on my own and went on a rampage, i destoryed my hand i didnt even sleep that night i was walking around town fuking everyhing i seen up, sounds fukin crazy i know, im not that type of person, shit like this has never happened before but it just put me into a crazy rage ive never felt before. thankfullly he fixed it and apologized and it was never brought up again, no one asked why i went so nuts, i have no problem explaining it but never talking about it again is fine too lol.
I can handle alot of shit in life but when something comes in between me and my dad threatens or insults him in any way i instantly lose it, even someone saying they didnt like something he said to them pisses me off cuz really ive never met a person who didnt like him and i get really offended when someone thinks hes not perfect lol, i dunno to me hes a perfect person, hes done everything in life and knows it all as far as im concerned, to this day he's never been wrong about anything he has told me. this is why, in my eyes he is the most important person in the world.