Hi there, um, I'm Alex. I know, that really sounds like a boys name but my family isn't really good at names, just like how they are at relationships. Why are they bad at relationships? Let me explain. When I was younger, and was able to understand what the words "argument" and "fighting" meant.. My parents did just that. Once a week, they would fight and argue about the stupid little things. Like, my dad always played video games, especially this one called CaveCraft, and my mom would always complain about him spending to much time on there. Then usually explain that he was trying to make a living off of it, which he was I don't blame him and it seems something someone like him would want to make money off of it. My mom didn't appreciate really, that's what the main subject was for each and every argument. I remember I was around four, and my mom said she was going to leave the house and leave me alone with.. "Him". She did.. For a week.. And that week, I was in my room playing with my dolls and it would hit me, I would have a major break down. How unfortunate. She came back and I couldn't leave her alone. I missed her so much. I have to much to talk about haha. Um, then I was around 10 and my dad went to a hotel for a business trip out of our region. And he didn't even care to say goodbye. That night I was crying, which, I was a very mature child and didn't really cry unless it was something with my parents. My mom heard me and I told her everything that was going on. I said to her that I was tired of them arguing and he wasn't too nice to me when she was away. He let me call him on her phone (at that time I didn't have a phone) I screamed and cried and ran of for more than two hours. That next night..... I broke my arm.. I fell off the couch and landed on my bended hand. He was still on that trip and didn't come home until I got out the hospital. That led me into something called...
Depression.
