My name is Brian Raymond Creighton, born June 22nd 1994, during the OJ Simpson trial, ironic how I was born during a time of despair and disappointment and my life seems to be full of that. When I was young, my parents got divorced and I only ever saw my dad every other weekend. He lived in a one bedroom apartment, with two boys it was tough sometimes but we got through. I remember the times we would all eat microwave popcorn for supper, and watch old Godzilla movies because that's all we had it was hard, but he was a honest man doing what he could to make ends meet for his kids. But, as all good things, it came to and end. My dad eventually fell behind on rent payments, and for about two weeks we were living out of his car. Eating apples we would steal from a farm for supper, I never really got much sleep as I was scared someone would break in. Which is the reason why I still have sleeping problems to this day, and often get asked if I am tired.
Eventually my brother moved in with my mom, and my dad and I moved in with my grandma. We lived there for roughly 2 months, she became like a mother to me, we would go to church every Sunday and come home and have apple pie. My grandma eventually became really sick, and I remember being at the hospital playing my game boy, and having my dad come out take my hand look me in the eyes and say, grandma is in a better place now. She passed away on Christmas eve, one day before her birthday, I miss you more and more everyday, and I am in tears writing this. I miss that woman, I don't know how someone could change my life so much, but you managed to.
As I turned 14, my parents went to court and it was decided I was unable to spend every other weekend with my dad, because he couldn't support me and my brother. After that, he just stopped calling or trying to see me and my brother. Stopped paying child support, and I really didn't see him for the longest time. And then I started high school...
I remember first month of school, I had a huge crush on this girl, until one day she told me to my face that she doesn't or will never like me that way. I just moved on, the same way I have my whole life. Until the summer going into grade eleven rolled around. I had finally got my first girlfriend, it was great everything I had ever imagined. But, I guess I didn't appreciate what I had I got caught flirting with another girl, and she broke up with me, but then took me back the next day claiming she missed me. Two weeks went by, and she told me she couldn't do it anymore. So I ran 5 miles in jeans and a t-shirt during the middle of march to try and change her mind.. I guess it wasn't meant to be. She left me broken on the side of the road as she went inside and hung out with her friends. I collapsed on the side of the road and had my mom pick me up. I cried myself to sleep every night for the next two weeks. She found a new boyfriend in two weeks, I couldn't move on that fast, but when I did it was a bad idea. It was going good with the new girl, we had kissed twice but then one day, she just stopped talking to me and the dated another guy. I don't know what I did, nor do I even care anymore.
This is when I started abusing alcohol and drugs, it may sound cliche or kind of lame but I would literally get high to balance out the lows in life. It would help he escape, and forget. It was the only time I was happy but I got out of that phase with help from some friends. I was a wreck for the longest time, hating the world, and blaming everything else for the quality of my life.
To this day I am still single, missing my Grandma more and more everyday, wishing I saw my dad more, wishing I never flirted with that girl. But I know I can't change any of that, only learn from it. But all of these experiences have made me the person I am today. I am nice and understanding, I don't judge because I probably have gone through the problems you have gone through at one point in my life. If you ever look at me, and for one second think " I want to be like that guy ". Think again, my life has never been easy, its been full of things that I have hated and had to think about everyday of my life.
And before you judge me, at least know the story.
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