Ever since i was 3, i had a step-father who didnt give a shit about me, my brother, or my sister. It was only about my mom. Dont get me wrong i love my mom, but for years she has accused me of being a lair. Everyday when i came home i would hide in my room I was scared because I knew he was there i knew the only person i could trust at the time was me. At the age of ten I was left alone at my small house, and i was put in charge of cleaning the home. Then i moved to a different state. i didnt have any friends at my old home that i was leaving behind so i wasn't really heart broken, the only reason why i cried was because i was leaving my dad. My dad was my super hero and i was leaving the only person who i could trust. I was always yelled at, called names, told i was never good enough, at the age of five i was told i was fat. At the age of 8 i was thinking about killing my self. No one believed me when i said that i hated my stepfather no one but my granddad and dad, they were the only ones who ever cared to take me away from that house as soon as possible. My mom just thought i was being a typical kid with divorced parents. I cried every night, i still do. I have insomnia cause im scared that he's gonna come back and hurt me. I wake crying and i try to be quite. im not trying to make this a pity story, im not saying that i was hurt the most. im letting you see just the little i went through during living with that bastard!
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Carpe Diem
RandomI went through some tough times, and I want people who are going through hard times to will read this and feel alittle better knowing their not alone in this battle and they won't be alone in the war.
