LadyHotrod
Guest
Life......
Sometimes, I sit back and think of my life and it sometimes makes me sad.
Now, my life isn't at all bad. I have an awesome husband, loving family, great pets, a fantastic, well paying job and a place to live....though apartments suck ass and I can't wait to get out of here and into a house. No matter what periods of "depression" fall upon my lap, I am always grateful for what I've got.
The parts of my life that make me a little soft inside are old memories. Life as a kid with no worries at all. I had no sisters (always longed for one but meh) and two brothers, one older, one younger. The three of us are gamers and would spend many all nighters during summer vacation just burning the shit out of whichever console we were obsessed with at the time. I remember one Christmas when I opened my present and held in my hands the game I had been begging for....Streets of Rage 2 for the Sega Genesis. My brothers looked over and we raped that game for weeks, finishing it about a million times over but were still just as excited to play it again as if it were the first time.
During March Break one year, my younger brother and I were home alone but didn't have keys to our house yet so we decided to sneak out and go to the mall (a 30 minute walk). I tell you, if my parents (ESPECIALLY my dad) ever found out that we went out the back door and left it unlocked, we would have been dead. We went and bought MK 3 for Genesis, bought an MK 3 complete moves guide and went on home.
Our family also used to do things like camping and go for hikes. Canada's Wonderland was a hot spot when we were little.
Then came the divorce. Things seemed to just fall apart in no time. My younger brother went to live with my mom, I stayed with my dad and my older brother hadn't moved in yet (he is technically my half brother from my dad's first marriage so he lived with his mom). No more family trips, no more siblings....everyone was apart.
We stay in contact when we can but now, all the kids are grown up and the three of us have our own lives. I live with my husband, my older brother lives with his friend about 30-40 minutes away from me here in Canada and my younger brother lives in Texas. My dad still resides in the house we all used to live in and my mom is in my hometown of Buffalo, NY. Basically, two of the five don't even live in this country anymore and it's weird when your close family are scattered like that. My younger brother seems to be a zillion miles away all the way down there in Texas.
You just don't realize how great your life is as a kid and how fast it goes. You do a lot of stupid shit with your siblings but that's half the fun of growing up. Life is great but everyone sits back once in a while and remembers the good old days. It sure brings a smile to my face and makes me miss my brothers a whole lot.
For the younger crowd here, trust me ENJOY YOU LIFE WHILE YOU ARE YOUNG. You and your siblings might fight a lot but you WILL miss them when you are all out there in the real world with your own lives. You'll remember the fights and the cries and the laughter and all the terrible things you did and you'll wish you could do it all over again and relive the fun.
To add a positive note, my younger brother has moved back up to Buffalo, NY and is living with my mom. He left Texas on a bad note (GF is a total bitch for no reason) so he's at least a bit closer.
.............end of first entry.
Sometimes, I sit back and think of my life and it sometimes makes me sad.
Now, my life isn't at all bad. I have an awesome husband, loving family, great pets, a fantastic, well paying job and a place to live....though apartments suck ass and I can't wait to get out of here and into a house. No matter what periods of "depression" fall upon my lap, I am always grateful for what I've got.
The parts of my life that make me a little soft inside are old memories. Life as a kid with no worries at all. I had no sisters (always longed for one but meh) and two brothers, one older, one younger. The three of us are gamers and would spend many all nighters during summer vacation just burning the shit out of whichever console we were obsessed with at the time. I remember one Christmas when I opened my present and held in my hands the game I had been begging for....Streets of Rage 2 for the Sega Genesis. My brothers looked over and we raped that game for weeks, finishing it about a million times over but were still just as excited to play it again as if it were the first time.
During March Break one year, my younger brother and I were home alone but didn't have keys to our house yet so we decided to sneak out and go to the mall (a 30 minute walk). I tell you, if my parents (ESPECIALLY my dad) ever found out that we went out the back door and left it unlocked, we would have been dead. We went and bought MK 3 for Genesis, bought an MK 3 complete moves guide and went on home.
Our family also used to do things like camping and go for hikes. Canada's Wonderland was a hot spot when we were little.
Then came the divorce. Things seemed to just fall apart in no time. My younger brother went to live with my mom, I stayed with my dad and my older brother hadn't moved in yet (he is technically my half brother from my dad's first marriage so he lived with his mom). No more family trips, no more siblings....everyone was apart.
We stay in contact when we can but now, all the kids are grown up and the three of us have our own lives. I live with my husband, my older brother lives with his friend about 30-40 minutes away from me here in Canada and my younger brother lives in Texas. My dad still resides in the house we all used to live in and my mom is in my hometown of Buffalo, NY. Basically, two of the five don't even live in this country anymore and it's weird when your close family are scattered like that. My younger brother seems to be a zillion miles away all the way down there in Texas.
You just don't realize how great your life is as a kid and how fast it goes. You do a lot of stupid shit with your siblings but that's half the fun of growing up. Life is great but everyone sits back once in a while and remembers the good old days. It sure brings a smile to my face and makes me miss my brothers a whole lot.
For the younger crowd here, trust me ENJOY YOU LIFE WHILE YOU ARE YOUNG. You and your siblings might fight a lot but you WILL miss them when you are all out there in the real world with your own lives. You'll remember the fights and the cries and the laughter and all the terrible things you did and you'll wish you could do it all over again and relive the fun.
To add a positive note, my younger brother has moved back up to Buffalo, NY and is living with my mom. He left Texas on a bad note (GF is a total bitch for no reason) so he's at least a bit closer.
.............end of first entry.
