well i dont know all of the reasons (not like any one does really) but i will tell what i do know. i guess when my dad was around 16 or 17 he was sexually assulted by his bus driver who then took him to disney land in order to bribe him in to not telling any one. on top of that when he was just a few years old his dad walked out because he did not want to help my grandma take care of her other kids at that point in time she had 3 other children and the two other two men my grandma had kids with were rather abusive towards him from what i was told. when he was 18/19 he was in and out of jail for beating his pregnant girl friend (he actually did that in order to go to jail dont ask me why i am really not to sure on the details). after he got out of jail he met my mom (i think thats when they met each other) and moved to calgary after living there for8 yrs (i was 4 at the time) in 1990 they moved back to my moms home town and a year or so after that we started going to church. not to long after that when i was about 8 my dad started to become highly abusive to me and my mom but for what ever reason not my brother. he then thretened to kill him self and my mom kicked him out. not to long after that he went to the pastor of our church to get help with his problems from when he was a kid and the pastor then asked him not to come back to the church. after that he started going to a different church and changed once again in to the kind caring loving dad. me and my brother managed to convince my mom to take him back again and let him live with us that went ok for a year or so then he went back to being abusive and suicidal and my mom kicked him out again. that would have been around the start of 1996. the november 12 of 1996 around 7 or 8pm he came by our place and said he was moving back to calgary and we would not see him again. i was just a little over 10 at that time and i looked him in the eye and all i said was "no your not, your going to kill your self " that went on for about 20min or so and he left. woke up the next morning and there was 2 police in the living room talking to my mom (one was a homicide detective) and they explaned to me that he killed him self told me how he did it and all that. that hole time me and my mom and brother were still going to the same church after the funeral (nov21 wich also happens to be my neices b-day...) the pastor asked my mom to not go back to that church.
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