So, if you’ve ever read my stories, it may seem that I’m a relatively angry or depressed human. And you’re right! However I now appreciate my life and have lots of joy with my family
Bullying can change a person. Some can deal with it in stride, while others hang on to a more permanent solution. A final solution if you will. I was a member of the latter.
I’ll take you back to 1987 I was a newly relocated student at AHS (I’ll leave it to you to name school). Having been recently torn away from my mother and sister, I was already a broken child. See, my parents got a divorce, a rather bitter divorce. Mom had cheated…lots I guess, and dad didn’t really like that. Without the gruesome details, my mother left to be with her boyfriend and took my sister with her.
Dad decided abruptly one day that he wanted a change, so he got a new job in some faraway place. We packed up and headed out on our new journey, leaving behind our woes for something new. I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t have a false sense of excitement and hope at the thought of starting over. That hope would, before long, turn into a massive rock slide of pain and despair, that only 30 years later would FINALLY have a chance of being resolved!
Next up - my isolation from the world starting at this point, I rarely talked to others and had a rough time dealing with my new reality. My success in school and failure at understanding people only amplified my solitary tendencies…
Stay tuned for part 2 coming soon