I was the eldest brother (I have an older half brother too, but he didn't live with us), my little brothers were born at two year intervals and for the most part the early years were all fun and games. Loving parents, days out to places, toys and VHSes to play with/watch. Books books and more books for me. Picturesque childhood.

Then we moved when I was hmm 7-8 years old, thereabouts, things were a bit... shaky at this point. We moved into a house that was built near an old plague pit, which provided a convenient explanation for all the banging/breaking noises in the night. 'Evil spirits' was the explanation I was given, but in a few years time I'd figured out that it was more to do with spirits of the alcoholic kind >_>

We moved out of the house to a smaller cottage on a hill, where things were alright for a time but within a couple of years things were deteriorating fast. My mum went from a saint to an alky bitch and made life fucking hell for all of us. Now this isn't a QQ sympathy plix, it's just relevant to how I grew up. After a few years of fighting with my dad, running away in the night and crashing cars into ditches she left us. She fucked off to live a nice fancy life of luxury whilst we were living in borderline poverty. (Jokes on her though, she left a loving family for a rich abusive twat who battered her around until she got some sense and left) So of course, as the eldest brother I had to look after my younger brothers. This is why all that^ is important, it was this point that I got loaded up with responsibility (14 years old give or take) and I had to look after them, there was no room to fuck around and be a (I forget the word, but a child who plays up in school and rebels against authority etc)

This didn't really rub off on my younger brother though, second in line, who played up like a complete fethwipe. I had to fight this mungo bastard every day to stop him from bullying the youngest, there were more than a few times where I had brawls that lasted a few hours because this dipshit wouldn't back off.
It's a miracle that nobody got seriously injured <.<

She moved to a house that was about 2 miles away, so we still had the misfortune of being left with her every weekend or so. It was all pretty much the same, she'd drink herself unconscious before 8pm and be KO'd on the floor. I'd have to put my brothers to bed, lock up and sort out the kitchen etc. All the while doing my GCSEs at school ._.

Eventually she fucked off to the other end of the country, we didn't have to see her anymore and we've sorted our shit out. We now live in a wonderful big ass house, dad has got a new partner who has been a godsend and generally things are improving a lot quite rapidly for us. Whereas Ms. Wine-o-clock is now living in a shitty house in the arse end of the country with buggerallmoneh and a bunch of scars.

If you made it this far, don't worry it's not a copypasta/walk the dinosaur <.<

The responsibility of looking after my brothers and dealing with a drunk mother helped iron out any nonsense that might have been entertained in my head. So I'm unfortunately quite a serious stick in the mud, I can still joke and laugh but I'm like a wary old lady/complete killjoy for a lot of the more reckless pursuits of people my age. I view this as a positive though, it means I'll at least be living a good life for a long time in the future rather than partying away at uni and blowing my chances etc.

Seeing her run her life into the ground like that is why I have an intense dislike of alcohol and substance abuse, but I've mellowed out enough to direct my hatred of it correctly and as such Addicts don't deserve further abuse and ire for their weaknesses. They need help to be pulled out of it and you can direct your hatred at the substance itself.

All of the shit I went through is kinda why I'm a little screwed in the head, but on the bright side it motivates me to be a better person and to be going into my future aspiration (Psychologist) to try and help make sure that some poor bastard like myself doesn't have to deal with a mother like I did <.<

Well, this has been quite the pensive evening >.>
Um something something tldr, walk the dinosaur all the way to bel air yadayadayada. I'll take my wall construction award from the officio sandtraptorum now thanks >.>

Blarg.