I went from being in the best place I could be mentally to trying to commit suicide with in a year.
After my mom told me that they were getting a divorce I was happy that they wouldn't be fighting so much but I was also angry that she did this to my dad. But after this she took me back to my dads house. The first couple of months of living with my dad was good. Some what happy but then all that ended. The mental abuse started calling me names like bitch and asshole and telling me my mom will forget about me once she has my brother and telling me I'm worthless. That's when it all started to crumble down around me. My hole world and everything it all started to collapse and me powerless to stop it from happening. I remember laying in my bed at night crying myself to sleep because my dad was telling me such awful things and I didn't know why. I hated my mom for leaving me hear in this hell hole with a man that I once called my father. He later apologized for this and he is the dad I knew as a kid
Ok hey sorry I had to add a little more back ground information but the next chapter will be the story
