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This is more of a redefinition of the traumatic experiences that are probably what made me stubborn and introverted.
... well, my sister is probably the one who made me stubborn and that story could come right at the end of this whole thing so I guess this is the story of why I'm intoverted and quiet in public.

The first few years of my life were normal enough with my parents having gained independance with an apartment building and trying to climb their way up the ladder of society. Well, three years after my sister was born the marriage fell apart and my parents divorced. I was too young to have been upset by it (age 5,) but for awhile it seemed that the yelling would at least stop. My father got an apartment someplace nearby and we saw him on alternating weekends because my mother convinced him to give her full custody to make finances less complicated. In the mean time she had found herself a boyfriend who thankfully had one flaw she couldn't accept, otherwise he'd be my stepfather and life would be hell. You see, he was fine bringing his own kids into a marriage but didn't want to accept myself and my sister. The relationship persisted for a time but fell apart resulting in one night that my mother got beaten and then grabbed a butcher knife for self defense if he were to return. My sister remebers that ordeal better than I do.
Then relatively soon after both of my parents found partners without any problems like the first relation my mother had. My father married a woman who he later realized was a phychotic b***h. When he first met her she was fine with taking the medication but I guess it got in the way of the drugs later. Shortly after they got a house together her brother moved in with them and anyone exposed to the world a bit could see that it was a white trash household. I sort of dreaded the weekends because I was going to hear them yell at each other for about thirty minutes at least once durring the trip.
Now, her kids were a little screwy. The girl was already independant so I didn't see much of her but the boy was just a little older than me. If I could do it over I'd beat him senseless and leave him for dead but that event feels more like the mental property of my sister. The details stripped away he was a little kid trying to get revenge against an adult, the only positive side was that he either knew incest was wrong or had no interest in my sister so he tried to get an eight year old to do it for him. Much to his surprize getting them to agree to do that didn't work and after more coaxing he must have realized that they hadn't grown the parts yet. He'd still accomplished enough that he could twist it to inspire something I doubt my father could ever look back at with indiference. Well, after awhile that marriage ended but she took everything he had to sell for drugs I guess.
About the same time my mother married someone she knew would always put food on the table. Well, that's not the main reason but it certainly helped. Being realted to him came with the bonus of four mroe siblings. He didn't have custody of any of them and the two girls were just about at the age of independance anyway. The two boys, however, came over on most weekends. The elder brother saw fit to install his strong sense of homophobia in anyone who would pay attention to him. The younger brother just helped the neighbor kid tease me.
Apparently wanting to sleep at 2 am was a pretty gay little pansy type attitude for me to have. Those two also thought that coverring my room in a thin layer of legos was preferable to, well, keeping the room clean. I probably would have actually had a semi-clean room as a kid but I never wanted to clean up their mess. I'd leave it for the whole week and then when they came back they denied they had made the mess to keep me awake. Standard kid stuff.
Their father just rubbed my sister and I the wrong way. It was almost worse that he didn't give us a reason to not like him. He just seemed grumpy all the time and complained about things like the garbage not being taken out but he never made either of us do it. After about five years he realized that my sister was actually the one doing things liked piling garbage into the can even when it was already falling over the sides. Just after that I started to realize he wasn't in a good mood because of the hangovers-

Now that he's quit drinking and we aren't keeping him up all night he's a pleasant guy to be around.