At age 5 I knew my life was different from other kids my age.There was no going outside to play or getting ice-cream.My childhood centered around drugs,alcohol,and abuse.The only thing good in my life was my older brother,Eli. He was my protector.He was the only one who told me they loved me.He was the only one who bought me presents on holidays and gave me ice-cream.
At age 8,my mother took some bad drugs,had a seizure,and died.Before she died,she took one last glance at me and whispered three words that was foreign from her mouth,"I love you." If she loved me she would have been a better parent.If she loved me she would have protected me from all the bad things I have witnessed.If she loved me she would have not did drugs and died.
At age 10,Eli left me.I guess he got tired of protecting his weak ass sister from our father.I thought he loved me,but I was wrong.If he loved me why did he leave me and leave me with HIM!Living with my father was pure torture,he abused me in every way:physically, emotionally,and sexually!
He called me weak! If my father saw me today I 100% guarantee that he would shit in his pants.I am no longer that weak girl that use to cry and not fight back.I am a fighter!! I am no longer that quiet girl that use to be used as a doormat!I am still quiet but as Teddy Roosevelt once said'Speak softy,but carry a big stick'. My big stick just happens to be my fist!
