I Ran Away From Home
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This is Andrew, and his story is not at all a happy one. But he hopes that his experience can help someone as useless and lonely as him to believe in themselves.
His childhood was his own little hell in a rented one-room apartment in the city outskirts. As far as he can remember, his mom didnāt work, preferring to drink and drown in leisures. he never saw his real father. When he was 3 and became somewhat aware, mom understood that he was in the way of her work and started kicking him out of the house, regardless of the weather.
Men visited mom. Alone or in groups, they always left behind empty bottle and things better left unremembered around children. Andrew was only allowed to come back home when they left the apartment, and that was usually late at night. So thatās how he grew up, like a weed in the garden, spending most of my time outside of the house rather than in it.
He was made fun of at school, and his teacher told him he was untalented and slow. Of course, they didnāt have enough money, even for food. So he wore hand-me-downs from the kinder neighbours. He didnāt even have a place to study; he got by by studying in the windowsills and reading the textbooks. For some reason, despite it all, he liked studying. There was a science professor of some sort in their house, and Andrew aspired to be like him.
Somehow he survived until he was twelve years old. He even started earning money on building sites, skipping the least important lessons, and in the evening he helped local shops, unloading the deliveries. Things were slowly looking up. And suddenly, his mom got married.
At first Andrew thought he was a decent man. He didnāt drink and taught mom to stop as well, worked at a factory somewhere, and hung out at the garage with friends in evenings. All in all, a normal guy. Andrews wanted to believe in this miracle.
But it didnāt work out. The first time he raised his hand against Andrewās mom, he was even on his side. Then it turned out that he did it systematically, and even took to Andrew. Sometimes he just got in a mood, asked for his gradebook, listed through grades, and the rest was up to impulse - though he still got hit regularly. For a F, for skipping, or vice versa, a perfect grade on a test, there was no reason. He just did it purely out of spite for his existence.
When he turned fifteen, he understood that everything, that happened before was ridiculous. Finding himself in hospital with a broken arm, three stitches in his head, and a concussions, he realised that was my first time being truly beaten. And is was only because he voiced my opinion. In the end, he decided to run away at the first opportunity and never look back.
At the start, Andrew even felt relieved, but the events afterwards made me understand that it was a mistake. Initially he slept on the streets, ran from cops, ate out of trashcans. He understood he couldnāt live like this, he was not ok with being homeless, so I came into the police department and poured his soul out. In the end, they relieved his mother of parental duties, sent him to a foster home, and his life finally turned to the better. In the home he found good friends, started learning, graduated to a construction college, and went to work.
Andrew is now 20, and lives in his wife's appartment. His wife is a real beauty, and he even has a daughter. He is happy and tries not to remember his difficult past. Those who are listening, know this - never give up. Today might be hard, but tomorrow will be better.
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This is Andrew, and his story is not at all a happy one. But he hopes that his experience can help someone as useless and lonely as him to believe in themselves.
His childhood was his own little hell in a rented one-room apartment in the city outskirts. As far as he can remember, his mom didnāt work, preferring to drink and drown in leisures. he never saw his real father. When he was 3 and became somewhat aware, mom understood that he was in the way of her work and started kicking him out of the house, regardless of the weather.
Men visited mom. Alone or in groups, they always left behind empty bottle and things better left unremembered around children. Andrew was only allowed to come back home when they left the apartment, and that was usually late at night. So thatās how he grew up, like a weed in the garden, spending most of my time outside of the house rather than in it.
He was made fun of at school, and his teacher told him he was untalented and slow. Of course, they didnāt have enough money, even for food. So he wore hand-me-downs from the kinder neighbours. He didnāt even have a place to study; he got by by studying in the windowsills and reading the textbooks. For some reason, despite it all, he liked studying. There was a science professor of some sort in their house, and Andrew aspired to be like him.
Somehow he survived until he was twelve years old. He even started earning money on building sites, skipping the least important lessons, and in the evening he helped local shops, unloading the deliveries. Things were slowly looking up. And suddenly, his mom got married.
At first Andrew thought he was a decent man. He didnāt drink and taught mom to stop as well, worked at a factory somewhere, and hung out at the garage with friends in evenings. All in all, a normal guy. Andrews wanted to believe in this miracle.
But it didnāt work out. The first time he raised his hand against Andrewās mom, he was even on his side. Then it turned out that he did it systematically, and even took to Andrew. Sometimes he just got in a mood, asked for his gradebook, listed through grades, and the rest was up to impulse – though he still got hit regularly. For a F, for skipping, or vice versa, a perfect grade on a test, there was no reason. He just did it purely out of spite for his existence.
When he turned fifteen, he understood that everything, that happened before was ridiculous. Finding himself in hospital with a broken arm, three stitches in his head, and a concussions, he realised that was my first time being truly beaten. And is was only because he voiced my opinion. In the end, he decided to run away at the first opportunity and never look back.
At the start, Andrew even felt relieved, but the events afterwards made me understand that it was a mistake. Initially he slept on the streets, ran from cops, ate out of trashcans. He understood he couldnāt live like this, he was not ok with being homeless, so I came into the police department and poured his soul out. In the end, they relieved his mother of parental duties, sent him to a foster home, and his life finally turned to the better. In the home he found good friends, started learning, graduated to a construction college, and went to work.
Andrew is now 20, and lives in his wife’s appartment. His wife is a real beauty, and he even has a daughter. He is happy and tries not to remember his difficult past. Those who are listening, know this – never give up. Today might be hard, but tomorrow will be better.
