A. and Coming March 2002 (They did for me ...)
Now the years passed, with 28, is entirely different, my life is entirely different
was 20/21 years old, making me the gil came to the topic, made me the idiot myself, I wrote about my desires more fiery and hot with men, he wrote about love, etc, etc.
Unconsciously or not, leave papers and a magazine NX in my desk drawer, so, in March 2002, at 21, my mother put his hand to it, to see what it was, that happened to me .. .
was shit, everyone was unleashed in the worst way, with an apparent initial acceptance for its part, was all fights, anger, insults, humiliations, of course, I miss home, I puteo told me perverted, degenerate and how things more ... I leaned my sister, my brother said nothing ...
years passed, things calmed down, but that did not speak, was no talk and no agreed, me with a very particular character, pulling comments, to comment ...
In 2005 I left home, I have had and sometimes even resentment, anger, rage, things changed, my mother apologized many times and I remember everything I want and how you do ....
But the pain of such marks sometimes resurfaces.
My father, with whom I always had little to do, just said, "you're big you have to know what to do, I can not tell you how to live your life" ... Good or not, I never said anything, I guess I know, I always knew ... or not ....
Well, mine was fucking traumatized, but here I am, bigger stronger, because if there's something I'll never ever forget was a letter that my sister made me por esos días y que tenia la letra de esa canción, esa parte que tanto me identifica "...RESISTIRE....SOY COMO EL JUNCO QUE SE DOBLA PERO SIEMPRE SIGUE EN PIE...RESISTIRE..." y muchas veces hoy en dia me agarro de eso cuando la veo jodida.-
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