I don't want to tell you a big sob story, as we all have one. I usually keep this to myself. It might be useful here though. I had been in Foster homes since I was 3, my mother leaving my father just before the cops took me into government care. My mother, god bless her soul..has always been a junkie. (no pity needed, thanks). I had many foster homes, and was one fucked up kid. I had been kicked out of most schools by the end of a school year. Some of my foster homes were fucked, the usual shit, sexual/mental abuse..the works. Some were OK...to much structure for me, some to little. There were a few that were outstanding. One in particular was a good caring family...one i was part of for almost 3 years. I was so fucking angry at the world, and felling sorry for myself that i rejected them with all my energy. I didn't realize what a wonderful gift they had given to me. I ran away so much that they started to move me around to other temporary foster homes...then the treatment centers..hospital wards..group homes. I though i liked the group homes, going AWOL, getting laid, drunk...being free was the best thing. I forgot i was a child, and needed the family love i had been offered. Damn. The other foster kids in the best home I had been in told me they never treated any other foster kid's, and even their own kids the same (after i had rejected them so hard) any more. I had burned them. I can't change what is, but can look after myself (I'm not alway good at this), and offer love to the right people, and grow as a person, and learn from my mistakes. Most kids resent their parent's for whatever reason, people are not perfect. Sometimes we are young and blind to the fact the world is much different than we perceive it to be. As children we often think our parents are perfect, and as we get older we realize this is far from the truth. It pisses us off. Nobodys perfect....... I'd like to meet him one day.