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Originally Posted by Rochard
My father died when I was nine months old; My mother eventually remarried to a man from Belgium who barely spoke English. I did not grow up in a warm and loving household. There was no love, and my mother and step father barely paid any attention to what I did growing up. My kid has been involved in sports now for the past six or seven years and I had to miss my first competition ever because of Vegas and I'm crushed, meantime my parents only went to one basketball game ever. I grew up surrounded by firearms, and left home when I was sixteen and never looked back.
Not once did I ever think of this.
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We share almost the same story.
My dad died when i was 11.
Step mom had adopted me.
Real mom was a drunk died when I was 12
Step mom married abusive step dad, who would hit me with the buckle end of the belt.
I had guns in my room on the wall. I did think about using the guns in case the beatings got to bad for me or my younger sisters.
Joined the military at 17.
But hey, never killed anyone except who we were at war with....