Does it get better??

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Hi I'm Alice, and this is the story about my life. So when I was five my dad left me and my mom. So my mom had to work two jobs and I was almost always with a baby sitter. My mom then got her first boyfriend since my dad left. He was nice at the beginning, he had a job he baught us stuff. I thought it was almost to good to be true. I was soon proven correct. After he moved in he started drinking and becoming violent. Him and mom faught almost every night. One night he hit my mom and I stepped in and he pushed me started calling m names then he started hitting me. My mom pulled him off and he smacked her then went to bed. We stayed there all night just huddled in the corner crying. It went on like this for 4 months. Then me and my mom packed up our stuff and left in the middle of the night. Mom had lots of boyfriends after that. They all were abusive to me and my mom. We would have bruises, cuts, swollen faces, but none of it was as bad as my moms last boyfriend.... He broke my arm and my leg and put my mom in the hospital for a month. But after she got out we moved to a different town and started new. Kids made fun of me a lot and my mom cause we had scars. But we managed to find a few friends. My mom even got a boyfriend who doesn't beat us and my mom married. My life seems to be turning around and doing good. Or so I thought.