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When I went to school the first years of problems with clothing it was, maybe we went to elementary school in school uniform, and indeed, at this age children still do not care what they wear. Then I had to go in worn things that gave me my mother's friends, relatives sent. In addition Mama just changed by the time the job - took a job in social assistance families and children somehow there technician. From there, she began to bring me things that she chose from the pile shmotok intended for needy families. Due to the lack of natural flavor in mother's belongings were just incredible, poor, imperfect and ... for growth. I went to the stupid dress not the size and even her mother's old clothes, pereshyttya their foolish Babsky jackets, pants, bubbling in the ass, senile wool skirt. I remember mother was a woolen sweater blue size about 46, his mother was so proud that gave me a wool sweater tore from the heart! I went there when it was cold, but he hung on to me so that you can lose, I could fall out of it through the gates! I dressed worse than anyone in the class and I laughed. Parents do not spend money on me at all and I never wear too did not buy.
The answer was short "no money" or "earn the most." One day my father brought from the balcony box and drug vials and told me that it gives them. If vidmyyesh labels on them and hand over to the pharmacy, you can make some money. I tearfully took to work. Pass bottles we pulled the whole family. Money taken his father. "If you will need something, you tell me, my mother and I discuss whether you need it or not and buy if you want." As a result, Home Board never decided in my favor. "Vote", - said my father. You "for" my mother "against." We are the majority. They believed that I did not need clothes because I had nothing to cover her nakedness, not naked, I went. Need a bag - take Mom's old bag, she was not sorry.
I was ashamed to go out in such a way, and I stole a store jeans cheap routine. Home was a scandal, but I do not which is not admitted, where I took the jeans. Jeans I took, but the next day I stole them back. Since my parents believed thief, saying that I can not take a visit when I was invited owl ceramic to a birthday party, parents called back and warned. After that, will, of course, I did not go because it's fucked!
Parents accused me of stealing time. Lost that something - then stole daughter. Axiom. My patience owl ceramic had already snapped, and I'm not shaking, crying in the corner of the images, and learned to clearly and loudly to send parents on the dick. The reaction owl ceramic was shock at first. My mother fell into semiconscious state, the father of rabies. They shouted owl ceramic that they tried, I would raise a man all his life to put my education, did everything for his beloved daughter, and in response, no thanks! They somehow think - will increase their support in old age! I answered tearing metal, chopping truth-womb.
I peretyahla all their few belongings in the room old grandmother, littered with trash, and began to live there. I was 11 or 12. Outwardly it was a cold barn 12 meters The room was extended in length and looked like a coffin. It always reminded me a coffin. Cool for the whole winter there was an open ventilator in order to ensure potatoes and other vegetables the best storage conditions. After heating still has not been canceled. I rozhrebla from newspapers, packages with some things, owl ceramic boxes of junk old sofa with a broken back and decided to sleep there.
When I went to school and came back, all my things owl ceramic were thrown out into the corridor. This has happened many times. owl ceramic Then they said, "resigned," but the ventilator should owl ceramic be kept open and the room should not be more than 10 in winter.
It should be noted that in all the rooms in our apartment was on the door locks. Grandma probably also suffered from paranoia and demanded to cut her door lock. In the living father owl ceramic punched the lock on me, so I did not take more of his books and did not eat their food, which they kept in "my refrigerator" in the room. On the day of my departure is in the "cold room" father screwed bolt with her mother in their bedroom. They thought I was at the exit of the "cold" room was not to take anything, maybe I have "their is nothing else", "here and start earning buy themselves their personal belongings," owl ceramic and as I took in another room I need Incidentally, some clothes, owl ceramic books, it is considered theft. Latch was to act not steal again. I was 11 or 12.
I was not allowed to become isolated because of the cold room and kept their products, but they soon moved out into the living room. In the balcony under the table and they were enough owl ceramic seats, and giving quickly forgotten, maybe, "we're already old, it is difficult, and the daughter does not help us" All of them felt sorry and said "oh that poor and losers
When I went to school the first years of problems with clothing it was, maybe we went to elementary school in school uniform, and indeed, at this age children still do not care what they wear. Then I had to go in worn things that gave me my mother's friends, relatives sent. In addition Mama just changed by the time the job - took a job in social assistance families and children somehow there technician. From there, she began to bring me things that she chose from the pile shmotok intended for needy families. Due to the lack of natural flavor in mother's belongings were just incredible, poor, imperfect and ... for growth. I went to the stupid dress not the size and even her mother's old clothes, pereshyttya their foolish Babsky jackets, pants, bubbling in the ass, senile wool skirt. I remember mother was a woolen sweater blue size about 46, his mother was so proud that gave me a wool sweater tore from the heart! I went there when it was cold, but he hung on to me so that you can lose, I could fall out of it through the gates! I dressed worse than anyone in the class and I laughed. Parents do not spend money on me at all and I never wear too did not buy.
The answer was short "no money" or "earn the most." One day my father brought from the balcony box and drug vials and told me that it gives them. If vidmyyesh labels on them and hand over to the pharmacy, you can make some money. I tearfully took to work. Pass bottles we pulled the whole family. Money taken his father. "If you will need something, you tell me, my mother and I discuss whether you need it or not and buy if you want." As a result, Home Board never decided in my favor. "Vote", - said my father. You "for" my mother "against." We are the majority. They believed that I did not need clothes because I had nothing to cover her nakedness, not naked, I went. Need a bag - take Mom's old bag, she was not sorry.
I was ashamed to go out in such a way, and I stole a store jeans cheap routine. Home was a scandal, but I do not which is not admitted, where I took the jeans. Jeans I took, but the next day I stole them back. Since my parents believed thief, saying that I can not take a visit when I was invited owl ceramic to a birthday party, parents called back and warned. After that, will, of course, I did not go because it's fucked!
Parents accused me of stealing time. Lost that something - then stole daughter. Axiom. My patience owl ceramic had already snapped, and I'm not shaking, crying in the corner of the images, and learned to clearly and loudly to send parents on the dick. The reaction owl ceramic was shock at first. My mother fell into semiconscious state, the father of rabies. They shouted owl ceramic that they tried, I would raise a man all his life to put my education, did everything for his beloved daughter, and in response, no thanks! They somehow think - will increase their support in old age! I answered tearing metal, chopping truth-womb.
I peretyahla all their few belongings in the room old grandmother, littered with trash, and began to live there. I was 11 or 12. Outwardly it was a cold barn 12 meters The room was extended in length and looked like a coffin. It always reminded me a coffin. Cool for the whole winter there was an open ventilator in order to ensure potatoes and other vegetables the best storage conditions. After heating still has not been canceled. I rozhrebla from newspapers, packages with some things, owl ceramic boxes of junk old sofa with a broken back and decided to sleep there.
When I went to school and came back, all my things owl ceramic were thrown out into the corridor. This has happened many times. owl ceramic Then they said, "resigned," but the ventilator should owl ceramic be kept open and the room should not be more than 10 in winter.
It should be noted that in all the rooms in our apartment was on the door locks. Grandma probably also suffered from paranoia and demanded to cut her door lock. In the living father owl ceramic punched the lock on me, so I did not take more of his books and did not eat their food, which they kept in "my refrigerator" in the room. On the day of my departure is in the "cold room" father screwed bolt with her mother in their bedroom. They thought I was at the exit of the "cold" room was not to take anything, maybe I have "their is nothing else", "here and start earning buy themselves their personal belongings," owl ceramic and as I took in another room I need Incidentally, some clothes, owl ceramic books, it is considered theft. Latch was to act not steal again. I was 11 or 12.
I was not allowed to become isolated because of the cold room and kept their products, but they soon moved out into the living room. In the balcony under the table and they were enough owl ceramic seats, and giving quickly forgotten, maybe, "we're already old, it is difficult, and the daughter does not help us" All of them felt sorry and said "oh that poor and losers
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