My parents met when they were only 15 and 16. I believe that at one point they really did love each other but things changed when I came along. My mom was 18 and my dad was 19 when I was born. They were poor and had no money but did anything to get by. When I was five they were always fighting even physically and thats something that will never escape my mind. I remember them hitting each other and pushing each other against walls. Now I've pieced everything together seven years later and realized my parents broke up when I was five and my mom was looking for apartments so when I was six and a half she moved out and into an apartment with her boyfriend. I hated him and still do. By the time I was seven my mom had a baby with this man. I had to pick who I wanted to live with and had stalled enough I picked my dad but till this day nobody knows why. The reason is that as much as I wanted to live with my mom I just felt like she had her own family and its silly now but I thought my dad would hit me. He wasn't abusive he just used to hit me a lot every time I did something wrong. I was scared and there was another selfish stupid reason. I didn't wanna change schools because I had always had trouble making friends. Now thinking back I don't regret it because I would not have had a great education because my mom lived in a bad area in the Bronx with these awful schools and I would not have met the friends I have today who honestly mean the world to me. So I chose to live with my dad and don't regret it technically but that was only the start of it all
