“I never wanted any kids, and how I ended up with three of you bastards, I’ll never know.”
That’s what Mum used to say to me. I’m sure she loved me very much, but things were always difficult for our family financially, and it always put a lot of stress on my mum to provide for us. Christmastime would be difficult because I would be embarrassed that I didn’t have the latest toys. She would get angry and start smashing plates. I was always confused as to how money could affect our family as much as it did.
I left school and didn’t have a clue what I wanted to do. I had no aspirations, no goals, and no real desire for more. Mainly because I didn’t think it was available for council estate lads like me. I saw my family, friends and people around the area and just accepted my life the way it was.
I got back home and straight back into the party scene. I started to become angry because of the way things were. I was so frustrated with myself that I would drink, take drugs, even sell them on the odd occasion, and regularly get involved in fights. I ended up getting addicted to steroids and life was a rollercoaster of emotions every day. I was striving for perfection because I never felt I was good enough unless I was looking the best. My Future was looking very grim.
I luckily managed to get myself a job in sales. I really enjoyed it, and I had finally found something that I was really good at. I was the top sales lad month on month and soon got a promotion to business manager, managing 10 staff members. This year I also met my wife and mother of my two beautiful children. I honestly thought, How the hell did I manage to pull this beauty?