My Life

Starting in the logical place the begining little Wilhelm Weilenmann was born in North Bay, Ontario, Canada. I had a loving mother and father and about a year and a half later a little brother named Timmy. My mother called us Willy and Timmy and Willy stuck to this very day. My mother had me when she was eighteen. Wehn I was two years old my father left my mother for some blonde chick and raised my brother and I alone. She had always loved farms and we lived with animals when we were little. Things for the most part were good back then. I first tried to comit suicide when I was seven. Yeah. My mother was born in Winterthur, Switzerland and put an add in the newspaper thus remarried to Paul my stepdad. He had a farm in Switzerland that he sold for a lot of money and we moved to the country in New Brunswick, Canada. Living on a big farm I was a bad kid in school and got the strap everyday but couldn't beleive my mother gave them consent to do it. I ran away a lot and smashed things. My stepdad and mother would beat my brother and I. Sometimes really bad, I still have scars. I would protect my little brother. Things were not all bad and there were times I got to enjoy being eigth to eleven but eleven was a tturning point. My mother and Paul were having a bad marriage. She would cry a lot and had a couple break downs. At eleven I was shipped of to a swiss boarding school but acted up to get sent home because I missed my brother. When I got home back to Canada my mother and Paul got a divorce and she gave my brother and I up. So at eleven I was now a ward of the court and put in a group home. I was in the group home for a little over two years and then got to move to Dee's foster home. Dee's was really good for me seeing as how I finally got back with my brother. Dee helped make that happen. at fifteen I got to go to Switzerland and visit my grandfather and his wife, it was awesome, that is also when my brother and I got our first computers. My grandfather died two months later in a hiking accident. Yeah. That tore my mother up. So I lived at the foster home until around sixteen but would always go back and visit, they were good cristian people, still are to this day. So I lived with roomates, friends from high school, my brother and by myself in more appartments than you could imagine. then at nineteen after five years of high school I graduated and was bloody proud of myself even tho I didn't go to my graduation ceremony, which I regret since it let Dee down not being there. After graduation from high school social services dropped me like a rock and I went of welfare and moved into a one room boarding house. I messed up and due to my own fault didn't get my welfare check but I had that covered by selling my computer to two guys who pawned it and left me standing there with no rent. Oh well. I got evicted and was homeless for about three months. I stayed at homeless shelters, went to the food bank, outlived the welcome friends had for me by staying at thier houses too long. Then found out where my uncle was and got his number. I hitch hiked from Moncton to Toronto to see my uncle and if he could help. He couldn't make it into Toronto the first day so I slept on young street. I also walked for nine bloody hours after getting dropped off outside Montreal on highway 401. Anyway my unvle got me some Ed's sub and some food and sent me home to Moncton, I learned my mother was living near Sackville in a trailer out in the country so just kind of showed up. She let me stay with her and I got a job at Wendy's. On my twentyfirst birthday we had a fight and I took a suitcase and she kind of kicked me out and I kind of left. Got a job at KFC and my brother and I moved in together at Bellview. One day I came home and two cop cars were outside. I was like naw not my house. Went inside and two cops were standing there. My mother had commited suicide. Yeah. So I had a smoke and one of the cops also pointed out the we needed batteries for our smoke detector, like I gave a shit. So my brother and I inherited the trailer which he moved to Moncton and we have been here three years now. I left KFC to go to college and took a year in web dev/e-commerce. So here I sit and that is the short version of my life. What did I learn from all of that? Life is about being happy, make people happy. Make yourself happy. Appreciate everything, like the fact that you have hands, feet, eyes. The fact that you have food to eat. Why did i tell you all of this, because maybe you have had or are having a hard time in life and you need someone who you can talk to. I'm willing to listen and help out if you need it.