A Man's Life Is a Losing Battle in Two Thousand Seven

When i myself was seven years old, my single mam began dating a man who lived in a camp ground. During the summer, numerous families would stay there and make new friends. But one year or two after we had begun living there, a rumour had begun to spread amongst the kids in the camp ground. It still boggles my mind that anyone could be obsessed with me. I'm just some fat kid from the rust belt, poor and ugly. He has been said to have openly, many times proclaimed i was the reason why his life fell apart,. not taking ownership for his own choices or actions. My family still lives in that same house, as have i since my divorce