I grew up like any other kid being a mommas girl. I tried to learn how to let people in. But I grew up differently from everyone else. I grew up with a mom who chose her drugs over us. An I don't blame her she went through hell. But, at the same time it started out as a choice she made. I grew up with arguing parents and then eventually had a broken home when they split. An came to find out my stepdad wasn't biologically my dad. An it wasn't easy
to take in.
But at age 11 my mom went to rehab and I was praying to whatever go their is that my mom would stay clean and do what she had to do for my brother and I. But, she only stayed clean for a few months. Then we lost my uncle to herion overdose an she went back to doing drugs and started doing herion this time instead of pills. An that's when my world started to fall apart. We started hopping around house to house. Then moved across the country Pennsylvania to Arizona an, things finally got better for us. She got clean again and then my world started to feel better but after 6 months we moved again. But not back home, to Colorado this time with my family.
Then the slippery slope with herion started all over again. But this time so much worse. I've always said I had a good life up until this exact point. This is when we started living in cars and struggling to get a meal to eat. An I wish I could say it had gotten better but it only got worse before we got on a bus and came home. Once we got home things got a little better but not for long, we got into a car accident and then she went to jail. Leaving me lost without her all summer and in my aunts care.
