I have been going my own way since the death of my mother. The day she died I saw my life crumble. I lost my home, my siblings and I split, and I have been on my own ever since. I never realized until that event that as a man the world didn't care about me. My sister was fine. Everyone wanted to help her, but me? I was left to fend for myself. It took 2 years filled with abuse and betrayal, but I'm finally getting back on my feet and doing it my own way.