09-09-2009, 12:24 AM
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Now you see where the title comes from. I don't know how I gotten here...or into my mother's belly. (Of course, I know the logic, and the birds and the bees). But how a nice looking dude like my dad, Thornton world cheat on his smart, sweet wife with my mom, who was his mistress...or someone that just had to benefit him on the side.
Well, my mom was into politics. She was a very smart and successful person. Now one day, I did ask her how did a stud like my father come to her, and she said that smart men are attracted to smarter women. Well, she had a point. When I hit puberty and got into females, I wasn't into the dumb ones either.
Well, what was then my mom's office....
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-21.jpg[/img]
...became my bedroom nine months later. When she told my father she was pregnant, he told her that she would do anything for her to keep her mouth closed. Him and his wife, Morgana were really popular in town, I guess. My mom didn't ask for money, or any luxuries...she wanted the luxury of him in his life as a lover. The weird thing was when I was born, Thornton was there the whole time. He even named me after him and everything. Now, his wife worked at the same hospital, so he knew he would get busted. My parents just acted like they were close friends, and Thornton just let me have his name, because he didn't want me to have my mother's last name, which would make me seem like I didn't have a father. My first name is Thornton, because my mom wanted to name me after her friend...please!
Morgana believed every word...or she was in serious doubt.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-23.jpg[/img]
And there I am at two years old, playing with the blocks! I was really horrible at playing with blocks...they would always fall when I stacked them, and they were plain boring.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-24.jpg[/img]
When I was two, my father showed up late at night. He had kept his promise to my mother, so she could continue to keep her mouth closed.
"I want you to leave her." mom demanded.
"You know I can't leave her." my father responded. "Just hold on."
My mom should had known that Thornton wouldn't leave his wife! All my mom was to him was a piece of meat on the side...and a tool to him to get deals in with the politicians. My mom really benefited him. "Look, you know I still love you." he lied. "We just can't be together right now."
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-25.jpg[/img]
Then of course, my dad had to hug my mom and stuff to make his lie seem true. My mom wasn't the most attractive woman, but she could had done better than being a rich, selfish, tycoon's mistress...she had a great personality, very smart, funny, and really nice...she could had gotten a great husband.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-29.jpg[/img]
Well, nine months later, my brother Griffin popped out. After he was born, I guess Morgana caught on. Morgana never spoke to my mother, nor tried to fight her or anything, but she was angry. Her husband was gone late nights, and this woman across town with no husband or who was never around a male was having babies...and one had his name. So, Thornton, who didn't want kids gotten her pregnant, with my half brother, Alex, so she could shut her mouth about her not having kids, but a woman who is not his wife has his kids.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-30.jpg[/img]
Gosh, it was hard getting used to Griffin...he was always in the toybox and stuff...hogging the toys.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-31.jpg[/img]
I was a chubby child...I really hated it, and my mom often times made me feel bad about myself...it was like she was firing her anger with herself on me. It really made me dislike her...and we just never had a great relationship. It made me want to exercise.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-33.jpg[/img]
Though I had his name, my father really wanted nothing to do with me. I would always try to talk to him, but he would honestly shut me down.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-35.jpg[/img]
My youngest sibling, Dean was born three years after Griffin. Once, I saw dad pick up Dean and give him a second of attention, and I was jealous! I was his oldest son! I had his name! Why did I never get any attention!
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-34.jpg[/img]
I guess after my father retired, used up mother, and didn't need what he needed her for anymore, he stopped being her lover. "I'm really too old for all that stuff." he would say. Or "I really don't feel like it." Then he would ask mom to fix him dinner, and like a slave, she would.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-37.jpg[/img]
Griffin and I had some kind of sibling rivalry as children. (I am in the blue, Griffin is in the green) He always was competing with me. He worked extra to get our parents' approval. I always knew that I was better than him...the child less favored by a nag like mother was going to be the best.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-42.jpg[/img]
As a teenager, after puberty kicked in, I lost a few pounds, and my looks actually started to come. Girls who teased me in elementary and middle school were all over me, and my mom started treating me much better than my siblings...I figured it was because I looked the most like my father. I had a thing for this girl named Lindy. She took me for who I was before my looks kicked in.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-44.jpg[/img]
Well, one day, I just had to marry Lindy. I proposed to her in my home...which I regret. Someplace romantic would had been better. After moving out the house, I had a much better life and a much more promising future. I am currently a rookie baseball player, and I'm moving up fast! I was only a popcorn boy at the ballpark when I married Lindy, but I told her that I was going to give her everything, and that I didn't want her to work another day for the rest of her life...well, outside the house.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-45.jpg[/img]
Then I bought her all these clothes and stuff...she picked out everything. She couldn't really dress freely, because her father was so strict. Now that she was my wife, she could dress however she wanted, as long as it was appropriate by my standards--as long as it was respectful to our marriage.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-46.jpg[/img]
Two years into our marriage, we found out we had a little one on the way. I just knew it had to be a boy! Heck, I'm Thornton Wolff Jr...well, without his money, which only Alex got...EVERYTHING. But I had to make all boys!
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-48.jpg[/img]
This pic was a pic Lindy took of me the day Isabella was born. I was that disappointed.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-50.jpg[/img]
And here is my pride and joy when she was two! She looked nothing like me, but she was my baby, and that's all she needed to me.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-80.jpg[/img]
Today, my brother Griffin is...idk...he sits on his butt at home, lives off of mom and her loads of money, and...he has a comfy life. I knew that childhood rivalry wasn't nothing...I turned out better physically and mentally.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-81.jpg[/img]
Dean is a wonderful artist! He's currently in high school, in his senior year. He has many paintings that are in museums and galleries all over the world, and he's making lots of money--sometimes, hundreds of dollars for a painting.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-82.jpg[/img]
My mother is almost at the top of her career. She is a political celebrity in our town! She speaks at all kinds of events, and is often seen on television. I get along with her today, and she has changed. She apologized for making my childhood hell, and for insulting me...she just had some problems with herself. "I just had to learn to let your father go, and be happy for who I am all by myself." she explained. "You cannot count on nobody to make yourself feel good."
Well, that's the back story to my life, and to what I'm about to tell you. I told you...my background, and about my family. Well, I'm signing off for today, bye.
Now you see where the title comes from. I don't know how I gotten here...or into my mother's belly. (Of course, I know the logic, and the birds and the bees). But how a nice looking dude like my dad, Thornton world cheat on his smart, sweet wife with my mom, who was his mistress...or someone that just had to benefit him on the side.
Well, my mom was into politics. She was a very smart and successful person. Now one day, I did ask her how did a stud like my father come to her, and she said that smart men are attracted to smarter women. Well, she had a point. When I hit puberty and got into females, I wasn't into the dumb ones either.
Well, what was then my mom's office....
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-21.jpg[/img]
...became my bedroom nine months later. When she told my father she was pregnant, he told her that she would do anything for her to keep her mouth closed. Him and his wife, Morgana were really popular in town, I guess. My mom didn't ask for money, or any luxuries...she wanted the luxury of him in his life as a lover. The weird thing was when I was born, Thornton was there the whole time. He even named me after him and everything. Now, his wife worked at the same hospital, so he knew he would get busted. My parents just acted like they were close friends, and Thornton just let me have his name, because he didn't want me to have my mother's last name, which would make me seem like I didn't have a father. My first name is Thornton, because my mom wanted to name me after her friend...please!
Morgana believed every word...or she was in serious doubt.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-23.jpg[/img]
And there I am at two years old, playing with the blocks! I was really horrible at playing with blocks...they would always fall when I stacked them, and they were plain boring.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-24.jpg[/img]
When I was two, my father showed up late at night. He had kept his promise to my mother, so she could continue to keep her mouth closed.
"I want you to leave her." mom demanded.
"You know I can't leave her." my father responded. "Just hold on."
My mom should had known that Thornton wouldn't leave his wife! All my mom was to him was a piece of meat on the side...and a tool to him to get deals in with the politicians. My mom really benefited him. "Look, you know I still love you." he lied. "We just can't be together right now."
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-25.jpg[/img]
Then of course, my dad had to hug my mom and stuff to make his lie seem true. My mom wasn't the most attractive woman, but she could had done better than being a rich, selfish, tycoon's mistress...she had a great personality, very smart, funny, and really nice...she could had gotten a great husband.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-29.jpg[/img]
Well, nine months later, my brother Griffin popped out. After he was born, I guess Morgana caught on. Morgana never spoke to my mother, nor tried to fight her or anything, but she was angry. Her husband was gone late nights, and this woman across town with no husband or who was never around a male was having babies...and one had his name. So, Thornton, who didn't want kids gotten her pregnant, with my half brother, Alex, so she could shut her mouth about her not having kids, but a woman who is not his wife has his kids.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-30.jpg[/img]
Gosh, it was hard getting used to Griffin...he was always in the toybox and stuff...hogging the toys.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-31.jpg[/img]
I was a chubby child...I really hated it, and my mom often times made me feel bad about myself...it was like she was firing her anger with herself on me. It really made me dislike her...and we just never had a great relationship. It made me want to exercise.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-33.jpg[/img]
Though I had his name, my father really wanted nothing to do with me. I would always try to talk to him, but he would honestly shut me down.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-35.jpg[/img]
My youngest sibling, Dean was born three years after Griffin. Once, I saw dad pick up Dean and give him a second of attention, and I was jealous! I was his oldest son! I had his name! Why did I never get any attention!
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-34.jpg[/img]
I guess after my father retired, used up mother, and didn't need what he needed her for anymore, he stopped being her lover. "I'm really too old for all that stuff." he would say. Or "I really don't feel like it." Then he would ask mom to fix him dinner, and like a slave, she would.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-37.jpg[/img]
Griffin and I had some kind of sibling rivalry as children. (I am in the blue, Griffin is in the green) He always was competing with me. He worked extra to get our parents' approval. I always knew that I was better than him...the child less favored by a nag like mother was going to be the best.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-42.jpg[/img]
As a teenager, after puberty kicked in, I lost a few pounds, and my looks actually started to come. Girls who teased me in elementary and middle school were all over me, and my mom started treating me much better than my siblings...I figured it was because I looked the most like my father. I had a thing for this girl named Lindy. She took me for who I was before my looks kicked in.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-44.jpg[/img]
Well, one day, I just had to marry Lindy. I proposed to her in my home...which I regret. Someplace romantic would had been better. After moving out the house, I had a much better life and a much more promising future. I am currently a rookie baseball player, and I'm moving up fast! I was only a popcorn boy at the ballpark when I married Lindy, but I told her that I was going to give her everything, and that I didn't want her to work another day for the rest of her life...well, outside the house.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-45.jpg[/img]
Then I bought her all these clothes and stuff...she picked out everything. She couldn't really dress freely, because her father was so strict. Now that she was my wife, she could dress however she wanted, as long as it was appropriate by my standards--as long as it was respectful to our marriage.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-46.jpg[/img]
Two years into our marriage, we found out we had a little one on the way. I just knew it had to be a boy! Heck, I'm Thornton Wolff Jr...well, without his money, which only Alex got...EVERYTHING. But I had to make all boys!
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-48.jpg[/img]
This pic was a pic Lindy took of me the day Isabella was born. I was that disappointed.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-50.jpg[/img]
And here is my pride and joy when she was two! She looked nothing like me, but she was my baby, and that's all she needed to me.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-80.jpg[/img]
Today, my brother Griffin is...idk...he sits on his butt at home, lives off of mom and her loads of money, and...he has a comfy life. I knew that childhood rivalry wasn't nothing...I turned out better physically and mentally.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-81.jpg[/img]
Dean is a wonderful artist! He's currently in high school, in his senior year. He has many paintings that are in museums and galleries all over the world, and he's making lots of money--sometimes, hundreds of dollars for a painting.
[img width=600 height=450]http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af72/Mystic444/Screenshot-82.jpg[/img]
My mother is almost at the top of her career. She is a political celebrity in our town! She speaks at all kinds of events, and is often seen on television. I get along with her today, and she has changed. She apologized for making my childhood hell, and for insulting me...she just had some problems with herself. "I just had to learn to let your father go, and be happy for who I am all by myself." she explained. "You cannot count on nobody to make yourself feel good."
Well, that's the back story to my life, and to what I'm about to tell you. I told you...my background, and about my family. Well, I'm signing off for today, bye.