RUN AWAY LIFE STORY

True Story of My Life

Well, this will be the first time ever I have told this to anyone like this, but maybe it will help someone somehow. In the fall of 1976 I ran away from home. Why? Because Mom was an alchoholic, my brother was a drug addict, and my stepdad got accused of touching me {which he never did }.

I was almost 13. I had skipped school and went to the park where we hung out at to think. I met 2 guys, older teenagers, who said they were going to Florida. I begged them to let me tag along. Well they argued and said they would come back in 2 hours to get me. I agreed.

Meanwhile while they are gone this older man calls out to me from his car says he needs help. Me being 12 and very gullable, I try to help him. He grabs me and holds a gun to my head and tells me to preform oral sex. I didn't even know what that meant and he kept slapping me calling me a liar. So I did what I had to do. He made me take some kinda pills and when he was thru with me he pushes me out of the car and takes off. Me bloody scared weak and falling asleep or passing out or something manage to get to a park bench where I collapse.

Hours later the boys I met earlier were standing there asking me what happened. I was ashamed and couldn't tell them. I told them I got in a fight. They helped me get into a van where I start my journey.

They took me to Bethesda MD where they had friends. We stayed 2 weeks so I could recouperate, but meanwhile Im having sex with both boys because I felt obliquated. Needless to say they left me there and said they would send for me.

I take off alone now headed to Fla or somewhere, anywhere. I make it all the way to NC, been sleeping in the woods, bathing in gas station restrooms and eating out of the trash! I got a ride with a guy and I told him lies that I was older and looking for a job and he takes me to one of his friends house. She lets me stay. She got me a fake ID. I got a JOB at a truckstop, thought I was living the good life. Oh NO. My period was late, thought I was pregnant, she kicks me out, says I am trash! A lady who worked at the truck stop let me sleep in her car while she worked and gave me clothes{BLESS HER}.

I eventually moved in with her and shared the bills! WOW! No guess what happened next. I met someone and fell in love. She didn't like him cause he smoked pot. I had to leave again.

This time I thought it was going to be ok. He took me to live with his sister. I lived with her for a year waitnig for him to get us a place. He marries someone else! He said he loved me but I was too wild. I broke down and told him everything even my real age. Guess what? He laughs at me thinking I made it all up.

I still hadn't contacted my parents, too scared. Mamma said if we ever ran away she would put us in the loony bin. Yes I was scared. What to do. I get another job and keep living with M, she was a sweet lady, not a very clean person but good hearted.

When I turned 16, I met my husband. He was 17 years older than me. I told him everything and that I couldn't contact my mom till I was 18 because I had waited too long. I married this man who was very abusive and already had 5 kids of his own. I had 3 children by him. He died in my arms when he was 47.

I have been alone ever since. I can never get back the years I lost or the life I might have had. I will always be afraid to love another man or trust one but at least I have my kids to be thankful for.You might not be so lucky. When I think of all the times I could have been killed or something, I thank God I wasn't. My mom doesn't even know my children. I have kept in contact with her since I turned 18, but our relationship died years ago. She will never forgive me and I only wish I would have done something different; something that would have made my life more worthy and dint make the mistake of going up to the man in the car coz my mum always did tell me not to talk to strangers since things like murder, kidnaps and rape do happening, since you don't take that info in like me then your life get distorted at a very early age like mine { the worst thing is that I didn't tell any responsible adult or call childline to help me since I was having family and sexual abuse problems} I actually feel pity for myself but at lest I got a fair share of happiness which is looking after my children.

Please think things out before you write your destiny. I can NEVER get those years back. Yes this is a true story and I am 41 years old now.