I never thought in a million years I would be where i sit now. I came from a very broken home with no love or support. Now I have a nice house and cars and the best job I could ever hope for. I'm not here to bitch or whine about the hardships I've faced I just want to tell my own (messed up) story. This is life in my own eyes.
I was born Ashley ______, June 21 some years ago. I was born and grew up in Niagara Falls, NY a city well past it's prime by the time i was born. I had two dads growing up and one sister we lived in a working class part of town. My biological father Ivan's family was straight from Siberia and my grandfather was a WWII vet and childhood hero. For the first 10 years of my life was normal and simple school, family, and friends but when i hit 11 and 12 my life changed over night.
My dads always use to have "friends" over and i never thought anything of it. They would spend the night alot but they where always fun. One of them gave me my first CD Thin Lizzy Jailbreak which gave me a passion and a love MUSIC. But now their "friends" started to become their focus and they all but abandoned me and my sister. Now my sister has autism and she was the most important thing in my life and i did everything for her. But then our dad's just stopped taking care of us I mean not buying food or doing laundry or anything like that. I was just a 13 year old boy i couldn't take care of myself and my sister so the CPS people toke my sister away from my dads but left me saying they couldn't do anything for me.
This was my breaking point I lost it and did everything in my power to get away from my dads and they came down hard on me. I was forced to go to pride events, which i hated, and they made the whole house gay themed with nude photos of men every where. I was often in full blown fights with them over every little thing. My father Ivan shipped me off to some camp the summer i was 17 and i made my break. I ran away from it all and never looked back.
I spent 2 years trying to make it as a singer till one fateful night after a bar show. This guy just started a PMC (aka Private Military Company) and was looking for some new guys and i just said yes without even thinking. After about a month of training we shipped off to Africa. Since that night i've been slowly letting go of my past, forgiving my dads and trying to see my sister again.
