Past With Problems

Past problems I was born on April 1, 1997. When I was 3 years old, my parents started arguing like almost every family. But these were no ordinary quarrels, my father hitting my mother without blinking. I stood and roared in my bed. This happened every day. A year later, my mother decided to move elsewhere with me. But I didn't want my parents to separate. When my mother took my hand and started to take me out of my home where I was used to living and wanted to live in the future. When we left the house I started pulling, roaring and shouting for my father. I wanted to go to him, He was standing and there was nothing he could do about it. He watched me fight with a roar just so I wouldn't part with him. I lived with my mother in a flat for a week. Until she called my father and they were fine. But after a while there was a scandal again and we went to the apartment. This happened about ten times. In the end, they separated completely. And I stayed with my mother because I had no choice. We lived there for a very long time. I started going to the manger. And I told my mother a few days later that I wanted to see my father. I hadn't seen him in 2 years. She said well, I started going to him for a day. They took turns, one day with my father and the next day with my mother. But they fought again over me. One day I went back to the apartment and saw my mother with a man in her room. She told me we would live with him. I asked him where he was, she answered we were going to live in Sl .. I did not want to go there I wanted to stay and live with my father.

She said it would not happen. He took me in the car with this man the next day. We went to the next P. and met many friends. But then there was an incident to the railway. My friend and I played with his ball. While we were playing we were quite young at 6-7 years old. He was a year older than me. At one point I kicked the ball on the railway line and went to get it but I didn't hear a train coming. My friend saw a train coming and walked towards me. I was stuck, I couldn't move. He threw himself just before the train hit me, and pushed me aside as I fell back into the bushes. But he was on the tracks and the train just went through him. I realized in a few seconds and came out of the bushes to see how he was. He was screaming and crying watching him lose blood. How his arms are torn off, his legs and they. I went to call an ambulance. But by the time I called, he had lost more than 40 percent of his blood. And after another 10 seconds he died of blood loss. I stood in front of him and cried because of my simplicity to be shocked like that. I cried because he was like me. He lived only with his mother.

And I just stood and watched him die in front of me. The ambulance arrived, but it was too late. Then I returned to us, all in tears. My mother asked me what had happened, and I explained everything to her. She started crying and beating me with her whip until my back and legs turned blue. Then she became pregnant. My brother named I. was born. I started studying in P. from the first grade until the end of the first term. Then I said to myself, I'm tired, I'm going to get out of here. And I walked to G .. I walked for a long time fearing that someone might kidnap me or kill me. But I reached my house in G. I rang the bell all in tears. And I saw my father come out and step up to me. I told him everything that happened during those two years. And I also told him that if he brought me back to P. I would jump off the bridge and drown in the river. He said well I will not take you back there. The next day he went to P. and all my luggage from there by car. But he also had to take my school leave. I stand straight for 7 hours, load this relax. Then he became seriously ill and entered the hospital. After a month he came out of there, he enrolled me in high school .... When I first saw my class there was a boy with whom I fought in the first minute since I saw him I told myself that I would have problems and serious ones. So we fought, we were children, everything was a joke for us. But after 4-5 years I had become a servant. I started doing what the boys in my class told me. I did all sorts of nonsense. But in the end I started to lose my temper and fight constantly. I had a fight with my best friend. Even now he still doesn't talk to me. I started going to therapists.

My father gave 20 euros per session. Every day, I went there. I began to control my nerves and stopped fighting and exploding quickly. But one day my Bulgarian and literature teacher started hitting me. Then I just exploded. I got up and started punching her. After 3 o'clock my grandmother came and told me to take my backpack and go out. I saw the principal there and she told me that I had been expelled from this school. I said well and left. The next day I toured the schools around town. And I was accepted only in high school ... There I entered a new class for me. There I knew one or two people at most. I was stressed for a long time thinking about how they would accept me. How they will treat me. But it turned out that I was worried in vain. I was received with open arms. I became friends with everyone else. So it's been 3 years since I've been with this class. But my father fainted one winter.

Then I called an ambulance and stood on the bench in front of us. I waited for the ambulance to come in shorts and shorts. I cried while I waited. Those 10 minutes were so long you'll say it's been 2 hours. The ambulance came, they saw my father and took him to the hospital. They said he was not here. And they took him to a hospital in Sofia. A month later, he returned and said that his sugar had dropped very sharply. He told me it was nothing serious. I rejoiced and continued with my normal life. After I finished the school year. After 2 weeks my father collapsed. This time it was more serious. I called an ambulance again. They said it was already really serious. He was taken to Sofia by the military hospital. I stayed with him for a month and a half. I slept on the ground and brought him food.

They came every 2 hours to take his blood for tests. They called me aside and told me not to call my father, that it was possible that he would not live long enough. I said why what is there what is the disease? They told me we found out he had late diabetes. Which should have been discovered 8 years ago. When he was in the hospital. I kept this to myself. But after he was discharged and told to start taking insulin, I saw that his legs began to fail. He could not step in pain. I helped him as much as I could. So I spent a whole vacation. Until he started school again. One day I came back from school and saw my father on systems in his room. Then I just didn't know what I was doing and I started ruining everything. I was told he had been unconscious for 3 hours. And then I remembered what I was told in the hospital. That he doesn't have much life left. I started spending my time with him. I didn't go to school just to be with him. To rejoice in him while he is here beside me.

There is time for friends for life. But there is only one father, and when you realize that you will lose him, you do everything possible to be by his side all the time. This is the reason I write this. I have changed. I became what I never wanted to be. A man who only wanted to help his father, but for that purpose, I began to miss the important things. Education, friends, grades. I started getting bad grades and responding to teachers very often. I quarreled with my friends. I wrote this to tell the people I hurt and charged that I had become something terrible. I am no longer the person everyone liked. I became a monster who thinks only of himself. Not for the people around him. I didn't realize it for a long time. Until a few people started helping me. I would like everything to be normal. But I can't go through it. All the stress, the fear of losing my father, the anger that grows inside me, and waits to be released at the very least. This is life, it is not fair to anyone. People will always suffer. Everyone has a terrible past, no matter how much you look like a normal person with a normal past.

This proves nothing. He suppresses everything inside me as I do. A fake smile and you can't notice it. But his past may be even worse than yours. Do not judge a person by his appearance or money. One is such a person to load his past. If he tells you his past, you will understand that you have to support each other to survive in this insidious world. S.H. 2012 - 11 - 09 I didn't realize it for a long time. Until a few people started helping me. I would like everything to be normal. But I can't go through it. All the stress, the fear of losing my father, the anger that grows inside me and waits to be released at the very least. This is life, it is not fair to anyone. People will always suffer. Everyone has a terrible past, no matter how much you look like a normal person with a normal past. This proves nothing. He suppresses everything inside me as I do. A fake smile and you can't notice it. But his past maybe even worse than yours. Do not judge a person by his appearance or money. One is such a person to load his past. If he tells you his past, you will understand that you have to support each other to survive in this insidious world. S.H. 2012 - 11 - 09 I didn't realize it for a long time. Until a few people started helping me. I would like everything to be normal. But I can't go through it. All the stress, the fear of losing my father, the anger that grows inside me, and waits to be released at the very least. This is life, it is not fair to anyone. People will always suffer. Everyone has a terrible past, no matter how much you look like a normal person with a normal past. This proves nothing. He suppresses everything inside me as I do. A fake smile and you can't notice it.

But his past maybe even worse than yours. Do not judge a person by his appearance or money. One is such a person to load his past. If he tells you his past, you will understand that you have to support each other to survive in this insidious world. S.H. 2012 - 11 - 09 Until a few people started helping me. I would like everything to be normal. But I can't go through it. All the stress, the fear of losing my father, the anger that grows inside me, and waits to be released at the very least. This is life, it is not fair to anyone. People will always suffer. Everyone has a terrible past, no matter how much you look like a normal person with a normal past. This proves nothing. He suppresses everything inside me as I do. A fake smile and you can't notice it. But his past maybe even worse than yours. Do not judge a person by his appearance or money. One is such a person to load his past. If he tells you his past, you will understand that you have to support each other to survive in this insidious world. S.H. 2012 - 11 - 09 Until a few people started helping me. I would like everything to be normal. But I can't go through it. All the stress, the fear of losing my father, the anger that grows inside me, and waits to be released at the very least. This is life, it is not fair to anyone.

People will always suffer. Everyone has a terrible past, no matter how much you look like a normal person with a normal past. This proves nothing. He suppresses everything inside me as I do. A fake smile and you can't notice it. But his past may be even worse than yours. Do not judge a person by his appearance or money. One is such a person to load his past. If he tells you his past, you will understand that you have to support each other to survive in this insidious world. S.H. 2012 - 11 - 09 But I can't go through it. All the stress, the fear of losing my father, the anger that grows inside me and waits to be released at the very least. This is life, it is not fair to anyone. People will always suffer. Everyone has a terrible past, no matter how much you look like a normal person with a normal past. This proves nothing. He suppresses everything inside me as I do. A fake smile and you can't notice it. But his past maybe even worse than yours.

Do not judge a person by his appearance or money. One is such a person to load his past. If he tells you his past, you will understand that you have to support each other to survive in this insidious world. S.H. 2012 - 11 - 09 But I can't go through it. All the stress, the fear of losing my father, the anger that grows inside me, and waits to be released at the very least. This is life, it is not fair to anyone. People will always suffer. Everyone has a terrible past, no matter how much you look like a normal person with a normal past. This proves nothing. He suppresses everything inside me as I do. A fake smile and you can't notice it. But his past maybe even worse than yours. Do not judge a person by his appearance or money. One is such a person to load his past. If he tells you his past, you will understand that you have to support each other to survive in this insidious world. S.H. 2012 - 11 - 09 to no one is fair. People will always suffer. Everyone has a terrible past, no matter how much you look like a normal person with a normal past. This proves nothing. He suppresses everything inside me as I do. A fake smile and you can't notice it. But his past may be even worse than yours. Do not judge a person by his appearance or money. One is such a person to load his past. If he tells you his past, you will understand that you have to support each other to survive in this insidious world. S.H. 2012 - 11 - 09 to no one is fair. People will always suffer. Everyone has a terrible past, no matter how much you look like a normal person with a normal past. This proves nothing. He suppresses everything inside me as I do. A fake smile and you can't notice it. But his past maybe even worse than yours. Do not judge a person by his appearance or money. One is such a person to load his past. If he tells you his past, you will understand that you have to support each other to survive in this insidious world. S.H. 2012 - 11 - 09

Do not judge a person by his appearance or money. One is such a person to load his past. If he tells you his past, you will understand that you have to support each other to survive in this insidious world. S.H. 2012 - 11 - 09 Do not judge a person by his appearance or money. One is such a person to load his past. If he tells you his past, you will understand that you have to support each other to survive in this insidious world. S.H. 2012 - 11 - 09