msweeney

This is my life story about growing up in the slums to surviving on the streets and making my own way from a young age and eventually meeting my saviour (my wife) who taught me how to give it all up and putting me on the straight and narrow to become the man I am today a father and a family man this is my life.

I guess i could start by telling you about my childhood. I was born in London in 1984 and grew up in a block of flats what i called “the smack house” with my mam. I never knew my old man he left mam when i was born for a nice stretch in the nick. He got caught stabbing some geezer outside the local for trying to to pick a fight with him. I never knew what they were fighting over, but i still see the geezer down the shops now with only one eye and one ear. My old man got out in 1996 but the dickhead tried to rob a bookies and soon went back for another nifty stretch. After that my mam sort of give up but i know she still loved him. Times were hard back in them days, mam didn’t work and slept all day when she was awake she was either pissed up or off it on whatever drug she could get hold of. Every Monday she used to take me round Velma’s house to get a nice big fry up breakfast that was her “cum down day” i used to say because it was the only time she was nice and i used to get a full belly of decent food. After breakfast we would go to the park and i would play with Tommo my childhood best mate while my mam was getting her gear for the week off Tommo’s dad Frank, He was the local dealer. My mam said he give nice portions but it was funny how my mam was the only one getting extra portions of that shit. It turned out my mam was shagging him for discount of all things she was soon the local slag for dealers. As her drug habits got stronger and we were skint-er it eventually got to me because i was hungry all week and i was the only kid going to school in the same unwashed dirty clothes because my mam was too fucked up to care. I remember this kid Davy used to bully me and call my mam a slag he used to hit me and hit me until i couldn’t feel nothing but the teachers didn’t do anything because they knew what my mam was and i guess they thought i was like her so they just let him hit me and turned a blind eye. As the months went on my mams habit took over her and she was soon looking really ill. One day i was watching t.v when she woke up and vomited all over the floor pure blood then just collapsed. I phoned the ambulance from my next door neighbours house and just stood there watching her twitching on the floor and vomiting all over my toys until they arrived. At that point i was as scared as i ever have been in my life but it was then that i decided to be somebody and get out of this shitty mess…………..

part 2 will follow tomorrow  

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