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well so there we were living in Lake Wilson MN mabey things would be better now that we were away from all the family problems. we swar to leave them at our other house. for a few months we had no problems at all witch was great. Then winter cam and my dad came home one day and cought my mother in her room with soem other guy i guess i didnt know much about what was going on once agin i was young. but the bad part is i remember some indean guy running out of the bedroom with olny shorts on. he ran past me and my sisters . it was funny he ran into the door then opened it .. lol ... then all the fighing started . it seened like everytime they faught my dad always brought up that insadent.. well about two weeks later the biggest thing in my life happened . my dad was drunk sisnce he always was and well he got pissed at my mom for something and he left out the door and my mom chased him. well he got in his 1986 chev. truck and started to drive away my mom jumped in the back of the truck and started to ht the cab of the truck . my dad floored it and my mom fell out of the box of the truck. my oldest sister beth callthe the cops and they took my dad away for a few days. durring that few days my mom got all of her stuff together and when my dad got out as soon as he was driving down the drive way my mom was leaveing in her beat up car. my dad was pissed so he started hitting me.. i was never sure why he olny hit me and not my sisters, but i guess i am glad he didnt hit them.. becouse they are girls and i am agenst female violance. well my mother moved to the town of

Pipstone MN witch was olny like 30 miles away so it was not to far... being the nut she is she moved in with some member ot the morman church his name was Denice Murser. we went there on the weekends and my mom and dad always played me and my sisters agents eachother it seened . they used us as messangers, since they never talked to each other....



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Turns out that me and my sister got split up. my younger sister and i got sent to one foster home. both of my older sisters got sent to another one. untill me mom was better , i still do not really know what was wrong with her. after about a munth we were all back together in our house in Ruthton M.N. Once agin i thought that things were getting better but still no.The family fighting was still a big issue. a couple years went buy. There was a big tornado that went threw and my family was all in the basement and my dad went out to move the cars away from the trees so we would not get our cars wrecked well my mother locked my dad out and he got so mad that he brock threw the door and starting hitting my mom. well after that insadent we were enrolled in family counsaling . well my dad said that we needed to get out of there so for some odd reason we up and moved to another small town called Lake Wilson our house was about 2 and a half miles out of town.



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As you read this remember i dont judge your life so dont judge mine.







LIFE STORY:

i was born in Fort Smith arkansas on Aug. 29 1986. i dont really recal much of my childhood at all. up about till i was nearly six years old. it seems to me that is when my life started to go bad. IF YOU ARE READING I AM TELLING YOU MY LIFE HAS BEEN VARY INTERESTING!!!!!!!!!

ok so as i was saying when i was about six years old, my dad was never around. he was an over the road truck driver. well anyways i was always with my mother. wellmy mother and father were always fighting and everytime he was home there would never be a night where me or my 3 sisters to sleep. Yes three sisters and i was the olny boy it sucked hard core. anyways, we would alway fear that someday my dad would kill my mom.well when my dad would go out on the road we would odviously be with me mom and she would send my sisters to the babysitter. and she always told me that she wanted to spend time with me alone. i was five and yeah i thought it was kool no fighting no sisters. well i remember like it was yesterday i was home with my mom and she asked me to come into her room i didnt know why but as a respectful son i did as told. she asked me to sit on the bed to talk. so i did. and stuff started to happen to me she was touching me in places that i didnt want her to.

and thoese type of things happened for at least a year. then it seems my mother went to the hospital and of course my dad was still a truck driver. and with my mother was in the hospital my and my sisters needed a place to stay . well some lady came to the hospital and said that we were going to be placed in a foster home of some sort. well we went to live with a Mark and Joyce R. we lived with them for a while and at first it seemed like everything was going to be alright , but no . that would be to much to ask for it seems.after a week or so we noticed that they were assholes. as the days went bye we started to get in trouble for the little things like leaveing the toilot set up . our pumishment were so crule. i left the toilot seat up and i had to stand in a corner for a hour. and well one day they got another kid , umm shelly was her name i belive. anyways her first night there she was told to do the dishes and well she did but in the process she ate a piece of cake. nobody noticed at frist and about a hour later. Mark noticed and it had to of been about 10:30pm and we were all woke up and we stood in a line down stairs and they asked us who took the last piece of cake and nobody awnsered so we all had to stand in to corner . they must of been into torture of something becouse befor they went to bed the were snapping us with rubber bands and they even went as far as shoking my little sister with a cattle shacker. well it turns out that no one ever confessed to it so we stood there all night and i remember my sister falling down like 3 times they woke up just to stand her back up.. it was horrible. ok well one day my oldest sister fell down in the basement. why she was by the basement in the first place is still a mystery to me. becouse we were to never play there... being older now i am in question but they said they hid a dead body down there..ok well they left her laying at the bottom of the stairs for two days and two nights .. every night i would cry for her becouse i know she was in alot of pain. everytime she sat up she would start to puk and caugh up blood. finnaly it was time to start school . the first day of school my sister Reacheal was sent into the office becouse she had cuts and brooses on her neck and arms . when asked where she got the she said she couldnt say well the schoolwas suspisiouse and they sent someone to the house to check out the liveing enviroment. when the arrived at the house we were thretoned befor the got there to not say anything bad otherwise we would be pumished harder then befor. well they left and everything went according to the foster parents plan and everything checked out ok . well the abuse continued and one day i went to school with the same type of markes and i was so upset with my foster parents that i said they were hitting my and my sisters. well later in the school day there was a cop that came in and i had to sit down and tell himeverything that had happened and we were taken out ot that foster home the sae day .. i thought that things were going great now but no ......



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