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When i was a kid i had a great life, friends, family, family who had money there wasnt much more i wanted although whenever my mum said how lucky i was i always thought the opossite.Now i know she was right and i just want that life back. When i was eight my mum found out that my dad was cheating from there everything whent down hill, mum was telling me one side of the story and dad was saying the other and i didnt know who to believe i relised i was crying myself to sleep every night and there was nothing i could do, at this time i was only nine and i shouldnt have had to go through that. Once dad had moved out and was living with some one we became very poor, i lost my friends and i was always moody and aggresive with everyone i felt like killing myself i started to harm, something i didnt really want to do but it helped so i was willing to do it. my mates started to notice the cuts and burns and fleed to the school nurse who then phoned mum, i was devistated this had happened because i would have to stop and i wouldnt be able to cope with life. Mum took me to a counciler who only made things worse by saying i didnt know what i was doing. next time i saw my step mum she asked if the harming was her fault, i got angry and said what do you think and called her a silly bitch. now everyone is just looking out but not getting involved because im far from expressive.