My parents didn't even give me a chance at life.
A shot at life
They named me Harriet Clyde.
Harriet. Clyde.
Put those two names together and you don't get a child, you get a law firm . Might as well have added specter as a middle name .
Honestly, would it have killed them to go with something simple like John, Michael, or Matthew
At least then I could've blended in. But no, I got stuck with a name that sounds like I was born with a mortgage.
My mom passed away when I was still a kid, so it was just me and my dad.
Dad wasn't the emotional type. no hugs, no deep conversations, none of that.
But he cared in his own way: food on the table, roof over my head, the occasional nod my way that meant into "I approve of you" if you read into it hard enough.
Because of that, I didn't exactly grow up as Sociallt
. I was awkward, distant, and preferred the company of video games. and jerkin it all the time as I had a lot of time and all house to myself
At one point, Dad decided he should remarry so I'd have a "mother figure" in my life.
Great idea, terrible execution. The women he brought home? Absolute disasters. One brought her never stops crying kid and left the town . Another gave my dad multiple STDs . After a while, Dad threw his hands up and told me, "Son, the dating pool for a forty-year-old man is shallow and polluted and full of divorced women you can see clearly why. I give up." And that was the end of that chapter.
So he did what he did best: focused on work and providing for me. It was simple, predictable, and safe. Until the day I graduated high school.
That night, he sat me down in the living room, serious look in his eyes, and said:
"Son, I've done all I can for you… but I'm leaving for Eastern Europe."
Just like that. No explanation, no warning. I asked him why, and he just clammed up, eyes full of some kind of determination I'd never seen before. The next morning, he sold the house, paid off my college tuition, pocketed the rest of the money, and left. Gone.
I was stunned. Shocked. Hell, I was triple-shocked. My dad—my one constant in life—just vanished like a magician pulling his final trick.
And that's how I ended up where I am now.
Sure, tuition was covered, but everything else? Rent, food, and—most importantly—my hobbies like getting the newest games and consoles? Yeah, no. I'd never worked a day in my life because Dad always handled everything, and now, suddenly, I had to figure it out alone.
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So here I was in my dorm playing legend in the league of gods (litlog) having obtained the grandmaster rank was live on twitube
having just 24 viewers doing a faceless pure gameplay streams.
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Just 34$ from 4 hours of streaming I might have to get a normal job
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I was making myself pasta when the the some sauce splatterd by the stove I began cleaning it with a paper towel whose edge caught on fire by the stove .
The worst was yet to come as the fire caught into my pants which was drenched in isopropyl alcohol which I was using to clean my pc earlier.
I was in so much agony
[System Initialising]
I was in so much pain that my mind just said ADIOS
I just fainted