• Ever since i was born I loved horses. And when i was three i road a pony with my father. Me and my father were so close, when i was small. As i grew up we seperated more and more. My father became a alchoholic. He dropped out of college. And became a bartender. He worked there because he could have all the free drinks he wanted. Just not when he was working. Every night he would come home drunk and stupid as all way's. And he and my mom would get in a fight. She would tell him to grow up and get a real job. Well one night i heard glass shaddering in the livingroom. I would go in the living room. Only 6 year's old and i would see my dad having my mom pinned up to the wall, with tears running down her face.

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