This is my story

I don't remember feeling loved,or wanted even by any one in the family,except for my dad.Dad worked away alot when i was a child,and when he wan't working he could usually be found down the local pub.I know what you are thinking -bad father -well believe me,you are wrong.My dad was a lovely little man,with very strong catholic views,he was liked by every one who ever met him,and forgotten by none.He never told us that he loved us,well not as i remember,but we always knew he did,by the little things he said or did.When dad wasn't working on a weekend,he always bought us(my sister and i)a bag of sweets when he went for his morning paper,i would save mine till bedtime,when i was alone.Most of all i loved the way my dad would tell mother to hut her fecking mouth,and tell us to just ignore the nasty mouth on her.
Mother on the other hand,was a different kettle of fish all together,she made it plain from a very early age that she didn't want me,she didn't love me,and he certainly didn't need me messing up her life.It didn't matter what i said or did,it was always wrong.No matter how hard i tried,or whatever i said or did,it was never good enough for mummy dearest.She would often tell me how ugly i was,not like my sister who was a beautiful child.She was always telling me how stupid i was,unlike my sister,who was obviously very bright for her age.So i learnt from a very early age,just how different my sister Debbie and i were.She got kissed and cuddled,where as i got punched and kicked.She always got new things,and i made do with the family hand me downs.Debbie was allowed to eat with the family,where i was made to eat in the kitchen with the dog.I remember been about four,my dad was at work,and mother was next door,my sister was off chool because she didnt feel well.I decided to do us some soup(hoping it would make Debbie feel better)i was pouring the soup,when i spilled it,scaulding myself in the process.I screamed,my sister screamed,and mother came running in.She went balistick,i said i was sorry,but that wasn't good enough for her was it.I was a clumsy little bastard,just plain stupid.Mother soaked a top in cold water before putting it on me,i was then made to clear up the mess,then given a good slap and locked in the punishment cupboard.I hated that damn cupboard so much,it was cold ,dark and gloomy,and very very lonely.