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not gonna lie this is really pointless i've had this on my shoulders this entire time. And im fucking done with this shit. By the end of all this i don't care what you say anymore it won't be as bad as they yell.
Well let me dive straight into it. We had lots of fights and too much drinking smoking and abusing. But most of that was before my mom met my step father. This was still around the time we were with my real dad. But there was one night i still remember by heart there was a bottle on the table. My mom and my dad sharing it. The next thing i see is her jump over the table and start fighting. She told us to get in the car and i did but that's when it hit me that my sister was still in the house. I go in but she comes out and we all get in the car and my mom drove.
We didn't look back and that was when i got to meet my step father. His house was a fucking mess and smelled horrible. And after we stayed there i never really got to see my real dad much. But im pretty sure she was done with him for good. He would be me and my sister oh and we were like 3, and 8. I being the youngest. I also remember him although i think it was my fault completely. I started crying for no reason and he told me to stop and i didn't that was when he wanted to whoop me but when he did he grabbed my wrist and twisted it and it broke.
There was also another time where he let me walk outside and he left me so being the mindless little fuck wit i am. I wandered through the woods and it was cold and i literally had a damn pull up on. I was lost for a couple hours and my mom was the only one to find me. That was when i became nothing but a burden. I felt unwanted. I still have nightmares about it i can still hear that damn voice of how i did this my fault and go away leave but yeah nobody really cares about me heh.
