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Anyway lets back up a few years

My mum was dating another idiot while in house number 32. He did karate as well and was developing his own philosophical style. He also wanted to practise and then he used to punched me in the face. When my mum half enthusiastically asked why he was doing that? He said; that I should be prepared. This guy had a history of mental illness, and later on he ended up running about in animal skin and makeup, talking to aliens. But before he reached that stage, he managed to turn our flat in to a smoking den. Frequently beating up my mum and kept us under constant treat and pressure. One morning before school I was having my breakfast. He was in the living room next to the kitchen. I was facing the door so I could see in to the living room. But he was standing to the right in there so I could not see him. He called my mum in there, there was no shouting but I could tell that the situation was not good. Then I heard his fist hitting my mum’s head and she fell to the floor. The only thing I could see, was her leg and her high heel shoes through the door. He, the idiot, left the flat quietly. I couldn’t finish the food and´, I didn’t cry. All I did was to take my bag and leave the flat to go to school. I think that particular idiot is dead now, if not – I hope he is really suffering in his illness.

Eventually after many other violent events and drunken nights in house number 32, he finally left, only to be replaced by an even worse “boyfriend”!

This guy was a proper hash head, and my mum had to supply him with the smoke. I know because I went with her, many many times to pick it up from her dealer friends.

At this time I could not bring friends home, in fear that the flat would be full of people lying on our sofa, either being too drunk or too high to move. Or the flat would smell of cannabis. Or my mum being in bed, and that she might come to open the door half naked. And I had enough with the kids from the posher areas, and their patronising parents as it was. I could see how they looked down on my mum. The worst was when we got food vouchers from the welfare office. Then we filled the shopping trolley with what food we needed. After that, the shop manager took us in to his office where the groceries was added up, and then put it back into the trolley. When counted, we had to walk past the cues with the food, without paying to leave the shop.

I started to hit other students at school during this time. Not unprovoked but I had zero tolerance for comments, or disrespectful behaviour to me, or to people I considered being victims of bullying. I never had problem with kids with the similar background as myself, only with overprotected spoilt boys with their big mouths. And I didn’t have any problems with girls, they all loved me. Later on when we reached puberty, they would all try to get a piece.

During the final years in school we had camping trips and school trips where we had to sleep in tents. In my class we had the fittest girls at school, they all had boyfriends in years above or that had finished school. On one of the trips one of these girls made it clear that she wanted me to stay in her tent. But, in that tent were two other girls. I didn’t object and when I went over to their tent late at night, after the teachers were asleep, I slipped in to her sleeping bag and started cuddling her. She was lying in the middle, and for some reason the girl to the right also wanted her share. I started feeling her hands all over me. then she pushed the first girl off me. So I thought, what to now? Then disided, I just turned around and slipped in to her sleeping bag instead, then that girl and me had a proper smelly and wet session. A few weeks later we had another camping trip and the girl who had invited me, tried again. This time she had borrowed a tent from some one else to make sure we were to be alone so I did visit her in the tent. However I could not do anything as her boyfriend were about 5 meters away and he would have killed me and I could not have done anything about that so I had to let this one slip through my fingers. I still regret it to this day, as this girl was the prettiest girl in the history of that school. But it was with great satisfaction I spotted the girls with their boyfriends later. The boyfriends were ok with me but they still had the attitude that I’m older and cooler that you. But I knew better. Anyway I ended up having my first proper girlfriend later. She was extremely good looking and all the boys tried it on, but she wouldn’t have them, I´ve got her too.

At house number 32 it was all getting worse. One evening when I was home alone someone knocked on the door. When I opened, this man that I know I knew my mum, stood there with his hand inside the jacket. He asked to see my mum but I told him she wasn’t at home. He demanded some money he claimed she had borrowed. It was only about £10 and when I could not give him the money he pulled out an axe and raised it. He threatened to use it if she didn’t pay. I was in chock and he walked off. The police came but made it out to be my fault and my mum got pissed off and thy left. The guy got away with threatening a boy with an axe, but it made the news at least. Another day, my mum was yet again beaten blue, I ran down to a couple that lived in the next block. They were friends with my mum and the man in that family had a reputation of dealing with people physically. Neither the police or security companies confronted this guy, but he wouldn´t go over to our flat to put an end to what was going on. After that I confronted the boyfriend one night when my mum was on a pickup mission. I told him that what he is doing has to stop but he was not paying any attention to me. The TV was on so I took the remote to turn it off. He told me that if I did what I was about to do I would regret it. So I turned the TV off. I ended up being thrown around the flat for a bit and then while I was on my back with him holding me down with his fists on my chest and throat he told me that basically me and my mum would suffer if I pulled a stunt like that again. One day my mum broke her leg when she fell of a chair while hanging up new curtains. A few weeks later we would do our last trip to Gothenburg together. My friend and I were playing a game on the new Nintendo console, when I overheard my mum telling my friends mum that the boyfriend had beaten her up. He had slashed her head through a door and kicked her leg so it got fractured. Later I confronted her about this, and I could tell from the reaction that things would change soon.