My life story part:1 - GoFuckYourself.com

Hornydog4cooter · 08-11-2005, 09:08 AM

I am always fascinated by others stories so i figure i would share mine. Each day i will add a little more to it. So check back if you want

I being born a premature baby was not a good way to start off my life.
Weighing in at 4lb 2 ounces from the get go i was already fighting for
survival. My mother who was was 16 at the time of my birth was still a
baby in her own right. My father was an 18 year old male who was a gas
station attendant and just signed up for bootcamp in the marines. But
with the support of both families they managed with me and i left the
hospital a healthy baby boy after 3 months in the hospital.

My earliest childhood memory was sitting with my fathers on his lap
at the circus. I was 2 at the time. My step mother at that time was
with us. By this time i was 2 my parents had split up and i did not see
my mother again till i was 15. I was living with my father and his new wife.
When my dad got a call from a major gas station chain for a job he could
pass up. It would be a great salary but he would be on the road allot.
Me being so young and still a infant i never knew how cruel and evil some
people could be. The day my dad left was the beginning of 2 years of hell and
abuse.

At this time i am 3 now. I remember sitting in my bed listening to my step
mother listening to the song " old time of rock@roll ' by Bob Seger. All of
a sudden my bed room door comes flying. The music is blaring and my step
mother is screaming at me. I can not understand what she is saying because
the music is so loud. she grabbed me by my hair and drug me thru 2 hallways
into the kitchen still screaming at me. I still remember crying asking here
mommy, mommy what did i do . With all the music and screaming my step sisterJodi had woke up and came into the kitchen.

I remember my step mother holding my feet and telling my step sister to kick me. She didn?t do it at first but my step mom told here do it or she would beat her ass. I remember Jodi crying but under pressure she started kicking me in my legs and stomach. This went onfor a short time but seemed like a life time to me.

My sister went back to her room and i remember laying on the floor looking up andcrying watching my step mother. She went over to the kitchen counter and grabbeda knife. She then started screaming at me because i looked like my mother. She took the knife and made a slit in my left upper arm about 4 inches long. Blood came pouring out and she picked me up and took me to he bathroom. She bandaged me up and started to tell me that she loves and she was sorry. She carried me back to my room, put me in my bed and told me that she loved me. Still to this day i have that damnscar on my arm.

polish_aristocrat · 08-11-2005, 09:30 AM

georgeyw · 08-11-2005, 09:31 AM

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Originally Posted by polish_aristocrat

LMFAO!

assmunk · 08-11-2005, 11:41 AM

why is it, that everyone on gfy has a sad life-story to tell?
is it something like with most strippers having been abused at a young age?

is this you, btw?

Hornydog4cooter · 08-11-2005, 11:58 AM

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Originally Posted by assmunk

why is it, that everyone on gfy has a sad life-story to tell?
is it something like with most strippers having been abused at a young age?

is this you, btw?

No thats not me

Manowar · 08-11-2005, 11:59 AM

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Originally Posted by polish_aristocrat

PixeLs · 08-11-2005, 09:31 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by assmunk

why is it, that everyone on gfy has a sad life-story to tell?
is it something like with most strippers having been abused at a young age?

is this you, btw?

OMG, am I on my Midsummer Nights Nightmare?

Realpascal · 08-11-2005, 09:32 PM

And another one. Did you see my sig btw?

08-11-2005, 09:08 AM	#1
Hornydog4cooter Confirmed User Join Date: Jan 2005 Posts: 2,859	My life story part:1 I am always fascinated by others stories so i figure i would share mine. Each day i will add a little more to it. So check back if you want I being born a premature baby was not a good way to start off my life. Weighing in at 4lb 2 ounces from the get go i was already fighting for survival. My mother who was was 16 at the time of my birth was still a baby in her own right. My father was an 18 year old male who was a gas station attendant and just signed up for bootcamp in the marines. But with the support of both families they managed with me and i left the hospital a healthy baby boy after 3 months in the hospital. My earliest childhood memory was sitting with my fathers on his lap at the circus. I was 2 at the time. My step mother at that time was with us. By this time i was 2 my parents had split up and i did not see my mother again till i was 15. I was living with my father and his new wife. When my dad got a call from a major gas station chain for a job he could pass up. It would be a great salary but he would be on the road allot. Me being so young and still a infant i never knew how cruel and evil some people could be. The day my dad left was the beginning of 2 years of hell and abuse. At this time i am 3 now. I remember sitting in my bed listening to my step mother listening to the song " old time of rock@roll ' by Bob Seger. All of a sudden my bed room door comes flying. The music is blaring and my step mother is screaming at me. I can not understand what she is saying because the music is so loud. she grabbed me by my hair and drug me thru 2 hallways into the kitchen still screaming at me. I still remember crying asking here mommy, mommy what did i do . With all the music and screaming my step sisterJodi had woke up and came into the kitchen. I remember my step mother holding my feet and telling my step sister to kick me. She didn?t do it at first but my step mom told here do it or she would beat her ass. I remember Jodi crying but under pressure she started kicking me in my legs and stomach. This went onfor a short time but seemed like a life time to me. My sister went back to her room and i remember laying on the floor looking up andcrying watching my step mother. She went over to the kitchen counter and grabbeda knife. She then started screaming at me because i looked like my mother. She took the knife and made a slit in my left upper arm about 4 inches long. Blood came pouring out and she picked me up and took me to he bathroom. She bandaged me up and started to tell me that she loves and she was sorry. She carried me back to my room, put me in my bed and told me that she loved me. Still to this day i have that damnscar on my arm.

08-11-2005, 09:30 AM	#2
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08-11-2005, 11:41 AM	#4
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08-11-2005, 09:32 PM	#8
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