Hello and welcome I am known as Mimi_The_Omnisexual_Gurl and I really want to share my life with others that are going through tough times and that they aren't alone and that there are a lot of people that understand what they're going through and understand how they feel, anyway enough chit-chat and let's get into my story⚠️Final Warning⚠️ There might be some pretty upsetting topics in this chapter, please leave now if you're not comfortable, please remember that nothing in any of the chapters are meant to mock or make fun of anyone.

My Father was known as a very nice man but when tempered or slightly annoyed it were as if he was a completely different person. I truly loved my Father and cherished him with all my might as a little girl, if only happily ever after did exist then maybe just maybe we could all be a real family again. My Father is a Christian, a man who believes in Jesus Christ and God himself I know my Father just wants what's best for us, but it still hurts, for me and my younger siblings to become Christians as well it would mean that we would have to sacrifice so many things in our life just to achieve that goal. We would have to find new friends, stop being our true selves, stop watching the shows we love, I would have to stop being who I am(stop being a part of the LGBTQ+ Community) and pretend to be someone I'm not, and I don't want that for my younger siblings or myself I just want them to live the best life they can being themselves, we only live once, and I want them to grow up an achieved their dreams and their goals I want them to become very successful adults one day. But my Father thinks otherwise he says that 'the path that you are choosing to go on is the wrong path', he says that he is the only one that is saved and of course he is the only one who is saved he follows God, he prays to God, he accepted Jesus into his heart, he is the one who keeps the bad spirits away. Sometimes I feel like my father couldn't care less about weather we died or not, things are just so complicated when he's angry or upset or even frustrated. Well sorry "Kaine" that we aren't robots that can't be reprogrammed be a stupid computer each time we mess something up in your life. My Father is in jail right now he's been there for about 7 months or longer and it's been quite peaceful but I still miss him sometimes I mean he's still my Father Afterall and I'm supposed to love him that's how families work, no matter how much I try to hate him I just can't because he's my Dad the one who helped bring me into the world and I am so very thankful for that.

My Mother was a nice person, but she too had some anger issues, my Mother is a smoker which we all know costs money a lot of money actually, she would sometimes lie, she cheated on my Father about 2 times in front of me each time it broke my heart I looked at her in disgust and as my eyes filled up with tears that night as she sat there on his lap having a good time while I balled my f#king eyes out with my head in my teddy bears crying out loud "daaaddyyyyy, daaaddyyyyy," I cried for about an hour until she came in and f#king hugged me like it didn't even matter what she did then she had the f#king nerve to say 'I miss him too' IF YOU MISSED HIM THEN WHY DID YOU DO THAT!!!? You may be having a rough time, but that is not an excuse to hook up with MY FATHERS YOUNGER BROTHER! She is a sick b#tch doing that while my Father was in jail. I may have been in 4th or 5th grade that night, but I remember it as if it were yesterday, sometimes I can't even bare to look at her after all she has done to us, to me. She acts as if everything's all cupcakes and rainbows, but it's not, no it's a sad cruel world filled with horrible selfish people who couldn't give two sh#ts about anyone else but themselves. People like that disgust me, MY MOTHER disgusts me, sometimes I question myself I ask why do still call her that? Why do I still smile at her? Why do I still say I love you to her AFTER ALL SHE HAS PUT ME THROUGH!? I know she had a sh#tty messed up childhood, but that is not mean that she has to drag me down with her. She always says that when she was my age she was cooking dinner for her younger cousins while Nan was at the pub, and how she always hung out the washing, how she always cleaned the dishes, how she always took care of her younger cousins, how we never fought with her siblings, how she never treated her siblings the way we treat each other, well guess what Natasha we're not you. We will never be you. We will never see things the way you do. And beside you have never even taught me how to cook so how would I know how to the only things I can cook are simple things like noodles, cake toasted sandwiches, party pies and sausage rolls, hot dogs I can only do basic stuff, I'm not you mum so stop comparing me and my younger siblings to you as well please. My Mother wasn't always nice she had a dark side just like everybody else in the world, every one has their ups and downs when things get tough but we all pull through eventually it may take days, weeks, months or even years in that matter the important part is that you get through to the end but to be honest I don't think my Mother will get there yet at least not now she has too many kids to look after and so do I.