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I've had a phobia against people since I was a child. Why? Quite simply, they ruined everything for me, injured me and treated me like dirt.
It started when I was very little. My mother didn't really want me at all. Why do i know? She never missed an opportunity to tell me that. That's why I got a name that was appropriate for such a child that you didn't want to have.
Manuke means something like fool, fool, fool. *
So now you know how much my mother thought of me.
But my sire was worse. Yes, my sire, because I actually had him deleted from my mind a long time ago. This man was just the last, funny that my mother married him and even got pregnant. Okay, okay, he didn't look bad and he had money. Admittedly, my mother was always greedy and always wanted the best, the most beautiful, the most expensive.Probably that was still the reason why she still got a divorce, even though they both would like to tear each other to shreds when they see each other.
It used to be no different, they argued all day. But then it had a worse impact on me than it does today. I was too young to understand what they were yelling at each other about. Actually the argument always ended with my father rushing out of the room and beating me up or as he would say I got my "just punishment". Although I hadn't done so at all.
I hated him for doing this to me and I hated my mother for just watching and not interfering.
Well as you can see we were a "perfect family". Everyone hated everyone and was happy when he didn't have to see the others.
When I started first grade, I was tiny for my age, had horn-rimmed glasses and also had a "wonderful name".So the perfect sacrifice for people who don't care about other people's feelings.
So that I could get at least a little bit of attention from my parents and classmates, I began to learn, learn and learn. I only wrote ones and was the best in my year. Of course I was so darling of all teachers and thought that this is how I would make friends.
Wrong thought.
I was only marginalized even more and was insulted as a nerd, but that wasn't enough for my classmates, they also began to blackmail me.
At that time I was still hoping that my mother might help me, but she had meanwhile climbed into my grade point average of 1.0 that I went crazy when I brought home 2.
I thought it couldn't get worse.
Error it got worse ...
I've had a phobia against people since I was a child. Why? Quite simply, they ruined everything for me, injured me and treated me like dirt.
It started when I was very little. My mother didn't really want me at all. Why do i know? She never missed an opportunity to tell me that. That's why I got a name that was appropriate for such a child that you didn't want to have.
Manuke means something like fool, fool, fool. *
So now you know how much my mother thought of me.
But my sire was worse. Yes, my sire, because I actually had him deleted from my mind a long time ago. This man was just the last, funny that my mother married him and even got pregnant. Okay, okay, he didn't look bad and he had money. Admittedly, my mother was always greedy and always wanted the best, the most beautiful, the most expensive.Probably that was still the reason why she still got a divorce, even though they both would like to tear each other to shreds when they see each other.
It used to be no different, they argued all day. But then it had a worse impact on me than it does today. I was too young to understand what they were yelling at each other about. Actually the argument always ended with my father rushing out of the room and beating me up or as he would say I got my "just punishment". Although I hadn't done so at all.
I hated him for doing this to me and I hated my mother for just watching and not interfering.
Well as you can see we were a "perfect family". Everyone hated everyone and was happy when he didn't have to see the others.
When I started first grade, I was tiny for my age, had horn-rimmed glasses and also had a "wonderful name".So the perfect sacrifice for people who don't care about other people's feelings.
So that I could get at least a little bit of attention from my parents and classmates, I began to learn, learn and learn. I only wrote ones and was the best in my year. Of course I was so darling of all teachers and thought that this is how I would make friends.
Wrong thought.
I was only marginalized even more and was insulted as a nerd, but that wasn't enough for my classmates, they also began to blackmail me.
At that time I was still hoping that my mother might help me, but she had meanwhile climbed into my grade point average of 1.0 that I went crazy when I brought home 2.
I thought it couldn't get worse.
Error it got worse ...