This Life of Mine

P1: Childhood

This is when I was

5 years old...

I had no idea what was

going on at that age.

I didn't understand.

Why were they hitting us?

Did we do something wrong?

Why is this lady who says 

she's our mother but 

she doesn't act like it?

I remember the one night

she left me and my brother

home alone while she went to

the store.

She said she was going to be

20 minutes.

She came back a few

hours later.

Who the hell in the right

mind do that to their own

children?

We were scared to death

We kept hearing the furnace

down in the basement making

a lot of noise.

I remember  going to 

the next door neighbor's house

and getting hit over the bum

with the belt.

And that my brother gave

my grandpa the finger.

And he also tried to jump out

of the bathroom window.

He said he wanted to fly

like a bird.

And he also set the lamp on

fire in the living room.

He said he found the lighter 

laying around somewhere.

I remember also we

went through the fridge and

got in trouble for it.

But we were starving and she 

wasn't making us anything to eat.

So we were looking for something to

eat.

I remember also that when 

I fell down the basement stairs

My mom at that time wasnt

around to grab me.

But we had a neighbor on the

street we were living on and she

worked for social services. So she

ended up calling on my mom.

So they were on her tail like

rabbits.

But it was getting so bad

that they had to remove us

from our mothers care.

They put us into the Parks

home.

Which I had a hard time

adjusting to.

My birth mom had visitations 

with us.

But then she stopped coming

to see us.

Why? I have no idea why,

But coming into the Parks

family was a wonderful feeling

that I had.

I feel loved, taken care of, like

a family should do with each

other.

My adopted mom took us on

really cool vacations, that we

would never had if we had

stayed with our birth mother.

I went to school. But I got

bullied when I was in 

school.

I switched schools twice.

Teen Years

My teen years wasn't

that great either.

I kept running away and

doing some stupid things.

At the age of 15 my adopted 

mom died of cancer.

I was heartbroken.

I really cried at her wake and

I really cried at her funeral

too.

No one else showed any kind 

of emotions.

I'm like....seriously, why is no one

else crying?

But anyways, she died and 

my life started going to hell.

After she died, my adopted dad

started to molest me.

He did that for a year and 

also he made me be a wife/mother 

role model for him and my brothers.

Then I went and told 

my friend.

Then eventually told the

police about it.

They tried to call a family

member but no such luck.

So in the end, I ended up .

going to a shelter at the age

of 17.

I was really scared of going

there because I have not been

in one before at least not till

I was a kid.

I was moving around a bit.

Switched high schools too.

My dad only got a slap on 

the wrist.

But anyways I had learned

how to be alone for awhile

and came my own best 

friend.

I've had a couple relationships

but they were all abusive.

So now I'm single and 

I like it that way.

I also found my birth mom

and she hasn't changed a

bit.

So now I go visit my real 

mom at the cemetery.

And that is my story.

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