Thoughts and ponderings

I write this post not looking for comment or opinion, more as a diary entry to get things off my chest. See I was raised not in what one would call a traditional home. Youngest of identical twins. Divorced parents. Lesbian drug taking and selling mother. Narcissistic alcoholic father who married three times before I hit my teens. I wont go in to my extended family because it really doesn't get any better. I went to 8 or 9 different schools over the course of my younger years. We lived in over 50 houses. I saw and experienced things that in this day and age would earn me my own tv show and or some sort of special where Scott Cam would come and build me a house. Which is why I write this post. As an 8 year old child I witness my mother get bashed and kidnapped. She was stabbed thirty two times and left for dead in a cemetery. To her credit she showed a tonne of fight and survived. My brother and I were not traumatised by this event, it upset us sure. But after attending 3 court ordered pyschology sessions our grandparents were told that he didn't need to see us anymore as we were so well adjusted. Now 25 years later I struggle to understand how we have so many out of control kids. I don't say this as a braggart but I doubt any of them have been through one quarter of what my brother and I went through before we were 10 years old. I have owned nearly a million dollars of property in my life, worked for a government agency for nearly a decade, rising in the ranks quicker than anyone who didn't have a university degree, and have spent the last half a decade in the service of my country in the Australian Defence Force, deploying to Afghanistan in 2012. I am the proud father of 3 little girls and the husband to an amazing woman who is my rock. I have fought to get to where I am today and will not go backwards for anything or anyone. My only fear in life is that my children grow up to be out of control fuckwits. I am doing my best to raise them with morals and values similar to what I hold true. To have self discipline in everything they do. The most important lesson I feel I can teach them is that it's not what you do while people are watching but when no one is watching that counts. No regrets. No giving up. No settling for the easy option. Nothing in life is easy. No one owes you anything and you need to work hard to get anywhere and to earn anyone's respect. If in 20 years I can look at my children and think that they are living those lessons then I think I will be a successful parent. If they turn out to be little slappers filming themselves grinding on skinny little drugged out cockheads I will knock heads with everyone that is in that video. Anyway that's my two cents. Happy to have that off my chest.