Pt. 1 – Being alive

My life starts with my mom who we will call “B”. I was sort of a mistake I guess you could call it. My dad was one of those people you’d only have a one night stand. Stuff happened and I was born. He missed my birth, him being in the military and all, but was able to come about 2 hours after my birth (His unit hadn’t left yet). The thing about my dad was that he hurt my mom and that didn’t really sit well with B. My father left after I was about 2 months old I believe. He was off and on. He smelled like alcohol and cigarettes whenever he came over. Yes, it was gross. But in the mean time I lived with my mom and her best friend. We were happy for a long while until I was 5 and we moved away from my step mom. Me and B got a little cute yellow house. But the worse he ever did was when I was about 6 he would touch me the way a dad shouldn’t touch their kids. So I live with those memories. Soon though he left , and wouldn’t return until i was 7.