Growing up in a drug addict family
i never thought i would be this way...
The age of 4 i was left by my mother, she chose drugs over me. She chose stripping, cocaine, alcohol, weed, etc over her own flesh and blood. So i was passed around family member to family member because no one wanted me. Finally at the age of 6 i was put with a lady named Tracy. She had 3 sons, Justin, Jermey, and Jesse. Jesse was the oldest and he would come into my room everynight and rape me. When i was 8 i found out what rape was and i called my grandpa. He picked me up and i lived with him. A year later he died in my arms of cancer. I went to live with my mother agian. She had quit dancing, and drugs, but she was still an alcoholic. At the age of 10 she tried commiting suicide in a bar bathroom. She sliced her wrist with a dirty, broken ash tray. After going to the mental hospital and healing she swore she'd never drink agian. 3 years later she had my brother William. I raised him and he is the sweetest boy you'd ever meet... he now has the life i never got and that brings me joy... That is my story.. I am now a student at Anaconda Job Corps...