My Life

I guess the story of my life is sort of weird. I was born in South Africa. My dad ran a taekwondo school over there, and he got in touch with a man that wanted my dad to come run a school for him here in Arkansas. Life was good. We had money and we knew it. We had enough to go to Landers and buy brand new cars, just because. My dad bought himself a corvette, and a Lincoln for my mom. I have gone to Bryant public schools for most of my life. One day as me and my sister got in the car after school, my mom was crying. When we asked her what was wrong, she told us that she and my dad were going to get a divorce. My sister lost it. We just couldn't imagine life with parents that couldn't get over their differences. It turns out that my dad was cheating on my mom, and my mom found out about it. I was PISSED at my dad for being stupid enough to do something bad enough to break up his own family. My dad was always a smart man, and still is today. He served in the South African special forces. He made a promise to my mom that if they got married, that she wouldn't have to work, and that he would take care of her. He did a good job of keeping that promise until he made a bad decision. After they got divorced, my life turned into a living hell. My mom had to work but her new job didn't pay her that well. She'd never gone to college because of the faith she had had in my dad's promise. One day my sister was trying on one of my moms jackets, and found some cigarettes in its pocket. This confused us, because my mom had always been totally against smoking.  We had to move in to an apartment in Benton, but my mom wanted to keep us in Bryant schools, so she drove us there everyday. My mom worked at Crain Ford in Benton, and she met one of the mechanics named Ed Nozar. One night he came over to the apartment, and my sister already didn't like him because he was not our dad. I wanted to give the guy a chance, so I tried to be nice to the guy because he made my mom happy. Not too long after that they got married and we moved into his place. His place was a trailer with no furniture in it except for a TV. A few months later, we found out that my mom was pregnant. My dad got married to the woman that he was cheating on my mom with. Her name was Susan. She tried really hard to be really nice to everyone and help out with everything she can, but my sister and I hated her. She and her two daughters moved into our nice house with my dad. After a couple of months with my new step dad, I found out that he drank alot. He never drank while he and my mom were dating, but he gradually started drinking more and more until he was drinking about 24 beers a night. He would get drunk, and start yelling at my mom. I didn't like that alot, but I was too scared to do anything about it. My sister eventually got sick of it, and she tried to run away one night. Ed caught her, and my mom gave her the choice of living with her and Ed, or moving in with my dad, which is where she was going to go anyway, so she moved in with my dad. I stayed with my mom and Ed, because I'm a mommas boy and I'm not afraid to admit it. We moved to Florida, and I had to get out of Bryant and go to a school where I didn't know anybody. I didn't have any friends. I had to start riding the bus. We still didn't have any money because of my step dads need for beer. I went to school in Florida during the 6th and 7th grades. in the 6th grade, my mom gave birth to my little brother. His name is Blake. I really didn't have any fun those years because I didn't know anybody. Things were different after school though. I knew some of the kids could get drugs. I started not caring about anything. I started hanging out with these "friends" that thought I was a nerd, and they thought it was funny to see me high on something. I started doing drugs. Mainly pot, but I also did cocaine a couple of times, and I was popping aderol almost everyday. I talked to my dad every now and then on the phone. I eventually forgave him, because I know that nobody is perfect, and their was nothing I could do about the fact that he is my dad. I went over their every summer so I could visit him and my sister. I still didn't like Susan, or her daughters. One summer, I stayed with my dad for one month, and my sister wanted to see my mom, so me and her flew back to Florida for the second month. My mom didn't want me to stay around Ed anymore because I had already threatened to kill him, so she sent me back here to live with my dad. I was excited about coming back to Bryant, and being able to talk to my sister and dad anytime I wanted, but I still didn't like Susan. She tried too hard to be my mom. When my sister and I got back to Arkansas, Brooke and Brittany (Susan's daughters) told me about my sister doing drugs. She had also been smoking pot, and doing alot more. She snuck out pretty much every night to go do drugs, or drink. Even though I was doing the exact same thing for a while, and my sister was older than I was, I still got very mad. That year, in the 8th grade, was the first year that I could wear nice clothes. That was the first year since the 5th grade that I actually had good friends. One night, my sister snuck out, and she got caught by my dad. That night while my dad was outside talking to my sisters boyfriend and the cops, my sister was inside talking to my step mom. I overheard my step mom saying "If when I come pick you up from school tomorrow, and you're not out their, don't worry about us looking for you." I don't think she knew that I was listening. That night after everything calmed down, my sister went to her bedroom, and I came in their to talk to her because we always had a good relationship like that. She asked me if I heard Susan say that, and I told her that I did. She told me that she wasn't going to be their after school the next day. She took all her stuff out of her backpack, and stuffed it with clothes. I gave her some money, but she didn't want to take it, so I snuck it into her bag with a note. The next day after school, I found out that she wasn't joking about not being their because Brooke, my older stepsister, got in the car alone. Susan asked where she was, and Brooke said she's not coming. I wasn't doing drugs anymore because of my sister. One night when she snuck out, her and some of her friends were taking apart a gun, and the gun went off and my sister almost got shot. She quit the same night. About a year later, My sister and her husband, who was her boyfriend that she was sneaking out with, came over, and we found out that she was pregnant. They worked things out with my dad and Susan for a while, and things were smooth, except my brother-in-law wasn't ever really comfortable around my dad, so they didn't come over that much. I had always wanted to be an uncle, because I always said that I was going to be just like my uncle because he is really cool. Eight months later, my nephew was born prematurely. That night was one of the happiest nights of my life. They bought a little house in Sheridan, and I started going over their every other weekend. One day when I went their, my sister wasn't their. When I asked my brother-in-law where she was, he said that she went to go pick someone up. Later that night, my sister walked through the door, and my mom and Blake followed her in. I was very surprised, and glad to see my mom and my little brother. I found out that Ed went to school, and while he was gone my sister flew up their and went to my moms house. They packed my moms car with all of my moms stuff and drove back to Arkansas. My sister was working at a restaurant, and the owner of the restaurant was a single man that just liked being a man. She set my mom up with her manager, and they hit it off really good. They're married now and they own a restaurant named "Catherine's" and a motel right next door called "Economy Inn". I think that it's ironic that a couple of years ago, my sister and Chris, my brother-in-law, spent their honeymoon in that motel because they didn't have any money, and now my mom is the owner of that same motel. I really like my new step dad. So far he has treated my mom like a queen, but this time I won't be afraid to step in if I don't like the way someone is treating my mom. My step mom and I worked out our differences, and we're pretty cool now, except every now and then. That's my story up to now.1