Pythonbreeder99
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Life story time.
Born in 92 in Coventry CT, dad was a biker and mom is a full time b***t. when I was 2 my little sister Callie was born, when I was 4 my parents got a divorce and both moved to South Windsor, looking back I can see that never would have worked, my dad grew up an orphan living on the streets of Hartford (bad city) and my mom grew up rich in Newport RI. When I was 5 my mom hit me for the first time, I remember it clear as day, I didnt think much of it since my dad had hit me a couple times before that, I thought it probably wouldnt happen again. Then, 2 weeks later it happened again, then the next week, and the next, and so on for eight years untill I built up the courage and strength to hit back, just one thrust with my leg and she was through the drywall and I took off on my bike on the 10 mile ride in a snow storm to my dads, I got there and explained the situation and he got full time custody from the court shortly after. But my mom wasnt the only one with problems, my dad never had a father to look back on for a parenting guide so he just kinda did nothing. he gave my a matress on the floor of the basement and a pillow. I was fine with that, I started working under the table jobs at 10 years old, providing for myself, buying clothing, blankets and such. I cought all of my food on the CT river with just a rod and reel. I spent most of my time on the riverside, I had a lighter, knife, and fishing rod, I made a bow for getting little things like racoons and rats. But thats just how I ate, I still lived at the house. I remember one of the only things my dad got me from the heart was a little corn snake when I was 6 years old for my birthday. And thats how I started into snakes. However I really never considered myself to have a family. BUT!!! Thats not why I'm venting, 2 years ago in high school I met this girl, not the most popular, not the prettiest, but still special to me. Her name was Steph. Her parents took me in and fed me, clothed me, and gave me a family. The love was a feeling I had never really felt before. Steph loved me and so did her mom, dad, and brother. It was nice, untill 14 months later she broke up with me for no apperent reason. I called her the next dad and asked her "why?". Her response was devestating, she said that she had never loved me, she had lied the whole time, every kiss, every hug, every I Love You was a lie. I could bare the break up, but what broke me was the loss of my family, the only ones who I ever felt love from. So now here I am spendin my days by the riverside, working 2 jobs to get clothes and other necessities. I've had plenty of people say they know where I'm comming from but none of them truley do. I'm not looking for pitty, only words of support from my buddies here on Fauna
With love,
Cody
Born in 92 in Coventry CT, dad was a biker and mom is a full time b***t. when I was 2 my little sister Callie was born, when I was 4 my parents got a divorce and both moved to South Windsor, looking back I can see that never would have worked, my dad grew up an orphan living on the streets of Hartford (bad city) and my mom grew up rich in Newport RI. When I was 5 my mom hit me for the first time, I remember it clear as day, I didnt think much of it since my dad had hit me a couple times before that, I thought it probably wouldnt happen again. Then, 2 weeks later it happened again, then the next week, and the next, and so on for eight years untill I built up the courage and strength to hit back, just one thrust with my leg and she was through the drywall and I took off on my bike on the 10 mile ride in a snow storm to my dads, I got there and explained the situation and he got full time custody from the court shortly after. But my mom wasnt the only one with problems, my dad never had a father to look back on for a parenting guide so he just kinda did nothing. he gave my a matress on the floor of the basement and a pillow. I was fine with that, I started working under the table jobs at 10 years old, providing for myself, buying clothing, blankets and such. I cought all of my food on the CT river with just a rod and reel. I spent most of my time on the riverside, I had a lighter, knife, and fishing rod, I made a bow for getting little things like racoons and rats. But thats just how I ate, I still lived at the house. I remember one of the only things my dad got me from the heart was a little corn snake when I was 6 years old for my birthday. And thats how I started into snakes. However I really never considered myself to have a family. BUT!!! Thats not why I'm venting, 2 years ago in high school I met this girl, not the most popular, not the prettiest, but still special to me. Her name was Steph. Her parents took me in and fed me, clothed me, and gave me a family. The love was a feeling I had never really felt before. Steph loved me and so did her mom, dad, and brother. It was nice, untill 14 months later she broke up with me for no apperent reason. I called her the next dad and asked her "why?". Her response was devestating, she said that she had never loved me, she had lied the whole time, every kiss, every hug, every I Love You was a lie. I could bare the break up, but what broke me was the loss of my family, the only ones who I ever felt love from. So now here I am spendin my days by the riverside, working 2 jobs to get clothes and other necessities. I've had plenty of people say they know where I'm comming from but none of them truley do. I'm not looking for pitty, only words of support from my buddies here on Fauna
With love,
Cody
100%... its the same around here too...