In the summer, we both lived in a house belonging to someone from the family. We lived with her, her three daughters, and her old father. As we were a lot of people, we shared a room (we did not sleep in the same room just put her stuff in the same room). I slept in that room and he slept in the loft (a garage that has stuff all around and two couches that they used to go smoke weed).
I found myself a job, tying boats. All I did was go to work, came back home stayed in my room and watch movies. At first, I cooked myself food but I fast became depressed. My father was working almost all the time. Where did his money go? Apparently to the government as they took all his money to pay the past 14 years of alimony, he never paid.
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My Truth Untold
Non-FictionThis book isn't for others. Usually, I write intending to help others pass through hard stuff and understand how precise situations can be felt. But this one, this book is different. This book is to help me. May I kill this beast, slowly eating me...
