Broken Hearted Girl

The Beginning...

My mother was a carefree teenage girl who ended up getting knocked up at 16. She was so happy that a mini her and the man who she thought was in love with her was growing inside of her. Her mom was livid that she got pregnant and kicked her out of her house. My mom went to go live with her boyfriend who was 18 and already got his own place.

When she gave birth to me, she was so happy and in love with me that she would do everything in her power to make sure that I'm happy and got what I wanted. She gave up going to school just to watch me and take care of me while my dad would go to work and go to school everyday. Things were good and happy like rainbows and sunshines.

Once I turned 4 years old, that's when everything went downhill. My mom and dad broke up due to him cheating on her constantly and treating her like straight shit. He would never help her out with taking care of me because he would rather hang out with his homeboys and go hook up with other girls. So my mom got tired of the constant disrespect and broke up with him. She packed our things and we moved out.

We decided to live with my grandmother until she got her apartment. My mom ended up getting an apartment a month later. She worked her ass off to make sure everything was under control. But she started to be different towards me. She started to be less attentive to me. She stopped spending time with me because she's always working. It was like that for a year.

When I turned 5 years old that's when things got worse. She would always yell and hit me for the smallest shit. She started dating this man named Tommy who wasn't nice at all. Everytime he would come over, he would pick on me and make fun of me and she would allow it.

A couple of months went by with it continuing on like that, she allowed him to move in. She started ignoring me everyday. She would still yell and hit me for the smallest shit but it got worse when he came into the picture. She allowed that man to put his hands on me and do whatever he wants to me. I would always think that she hates me for no reason.

She decided to give me up for adoption because Tommy talked her into it because he was tired of me being in their way of doing what they want. She agreed to it because she was tired of me and wanted her freedom back. She wanted to live life to the fullest without anything holding her down so she gave me up to foster care.

That was the day I started hating her. If she hadn't gave me up for adoption, I wouldn't have been sexually abused in a foster home I was in when I was 5-7. They would force themselves onto me every night. I would cry everyday because of the pain I was going through. I would cry for my mom who didn't even want me anymore. I would cry for my dad who didn't even love me enough to find me and take care of me himself. I would cry for my caseworker to come rescue me.

Until one night, I decided to call the police when my abuser went out to the store and everyone else in the household was out doing their own thing. My abuser came home from the store and went up to my room. He would force himself on me once again and be all proud of himself for having power over me. He went downstairs to the living room to watch the basketball game. I called the police and told them what happened and they came in less then 15 minutes. They arrested him and took me to Children Services.