My mum was almost 18 when she fell pregnant. My mum was going to join the army but when she realised
she was pregnant her plans changed. She was a high school dropout, leaving school when she was 15. She was a single
mother who occasionally dated some man but none of the relationships lasted
long. I was finally born on 16th February 1998.
I was 3 years old when I was taken into foster care. My
mother had physically abused me and I was put in a foster family that had 4
other kids. 3 of them were the same age as me who were all put in foster care
and the other was the foster parents daughter. I became close friends with
the kids that were the same age as me. Their names were Talitha, Tabitha (who
were both twins) and Raymond.
My foster mother’s name was Merle and her husband was Loyde
who was a taxi driver. I had an occasional visit with my mum. When asked
why was her daughter taken into foster care she lies telling them that
apparently she had sex in front of her which later turned to someone else hit her and she got the blame for it which was both lies.
Whenever my mum and I got together my mum would hit me
in rage if I did something wrong or just for no reason at all and would yell
at me. Whenever my mum was questioned about the bruises showing up on my body she tells them it was Merle that did it.
When I was 5 I went back to my mum only to be abused again
but this time not so often. I started school and went to the same school as
Tabitha, Talitha and Raymond.
When I was 8 my mum had met a guy online on yahoo. We
moved to Melbourne and lived with him for a while. But the relationship ended
and my mum found another guy named Clint who was my stepfather still
to this day. Due to not understanding about break up and all that I called
him dad. My stepfather started to treat me like his own but when they had a
boy he started ignoring me making me feel like he hated me because I wasn’t
his biological daughter. One day at school
I was playing tag on the playground and tripped hitting my mouth on a pole
and broke half of my front tooth. Kids would make fun of me calling me names
but I got it fixed.
I was 9 almost 10 when my brother was born. I met my
best friend in the whole word Isabelle at school one time when I was sitting
all by myself leaning against a wall hating the world.
Isabelle introduced me to Pokémon and I was hooked.
Isabelle was a year younger than me so we weren’t in the same grade but we
spent every lunch time together.
I found my first crush a boy named Reuben who was really
nice to me and was the only one in my class who wanted to be my partner. My mum constantly abused me due to the
stress of having a newborn baby and treated her daughter like a slave always
asking me to do something for her and constantly called me a lazy c**t if I
ever showed any sign of complaint. I broke my tooth again when eating a
carrot. Again people started calling me names until I visited the dentist and
got it fixed again.
Near the end of the year I was told we were moving back
to Rockhampton which is where I was born. My class threw a party for me and
got everyone to sign a card. It bought tears to my eyes.
I was kept back so
I was forced to repeat grade 5. This is when my life turned around. MY mum
still abused me and my stepdad didn’t do anything about it. And my mum
constantly told her friends how she wish she could change her life around and
never fell pregnant making it clear that I ruined my mother’s life.
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