Scars...I've got so ,many.Where do I start?Well,mental scars,lets start from the beginning.My mom has chosen her boyfriends over her kids our entire lives.I used to be sent to school with socks so tight they were cutting off my circulation.I was late to school almost everyday because she was still sleeping.When I was 7 years old my mom left me with a baby sitter. His name was George. He was mean.He was abusive and sexually assaulted me.I never told my mom because I didn't trust her.At the time I was angry with her for choosing her boyfriends over me.Later that year my dad went to court and got custody of me.My mom never showed up.She didn't fight for me.It felt like she had just given up on me.Fast forward a few years I was 11 I was depressed,and suicidal.I was cutting myself.My dad sent me to a mental hostpital and I was taken into a car with metal bars in it and a stranger took me all the way to Oklahoma in the middle of the night. While I was in the hostpital I was supposed to write about trauma.I wrote about George.Once I got out of the hostpital my dad got a call from DHS.Come to find out there was an investigation going on about George. I was scared.I was scared I would have to see him again.I didn't wanna be anywhere near him.After all of that I realized how supportive my step mom and dad were. I knew I needed to appreciate them more and be grateful. My step mom Erin.She took me in when my dad and her started dating.She became the mom I never had.She treated me as her own.I love her so much.She has done so much for me.My dad.He may not always be present but that's is because he is working his butt off for us.He is making money to give us a good life.
