As I said in the last chapter I have a step mom and a horrible biological mother but hey I got through life pretty well... I guess.
Let's start with my biological mom or we can call her mom1. So my story starts with me being born my parents staying together for a year my mom being violent to my dad being stupid she was 15 when she had me and my dad was 20 I think all I know is that he was older but my mom never changed her ways to this day she ignorant and she can be impetuous at time idiot. Anywaayyyss my dad got custody of me and for a while it was me and him then she came back and she saw me and then she left me again. My dad told her she was allowed to see me but she never bother to show up. I was so dysfunctional because of her I was always afraid of being alone, I didn't like being without my dad because I was afraid he was going to leave me too. But as the days started going by my Grandma from my mom's side came asking for me by then I was 4 and I remember being super happy because honestly my Grandma is probably the only person who actually cared for me from my mom's side. But the things got interesting my mom came back as a child I didn't seem to care. My dad found love and it was like God made it happened he meet my step mom through MySpace and I remember meeting her I actually called her mom and she was surprised but I must've known they were meant to be because she moved in with us everything was fine but the same time my dad meet my step mom or we can call her mom my mom1 meet her boyfriend let's call him trash because that's what he is. I honestly liked him because he gave me money but I hated him.
My mom was okay but when I was 9 the court made me stay with her for a week in the summer and before she did stuff with me but through the years she got boring and only cared about smoking weed yea I knew she was because I saw that she was growing. I wasn't a stupid kid but I only found that out when I was 10 and I put the puzzles together. Anyways the summer thing i literally used to just sit there in "my" room and do nothing but watch movies it was boring I did have a Wii but that got boring I literally was terrified of being there because I knew they're in a gang literally I stay up a whole summer not sleeping and that was before. I started 7 grade literally every single visit was like that. When I turned 12 she took me to a fucking baby shower and didn't give me shit or even fucking acknowledged my birthday and she knew it was because it was my dad's weekend and she asked the court if she could have me on my birthday. Literally I already hated her she made it worst then. At least mom actually cared for my birthday she always did something for me but mom1 seriously made me hate her to her grave it finally showed she didn't give a Fuck about me. I remember clearly on a day in March my mom1 came to my school and I was in my math class and my teacher got a call from the office saying I had a doctor appointment and I was about to leave but as smart kid I knew I didn't because my dad wouldn't have to me and I figured it was my mom trying to take me somewhere and I was seriously scared because for the past years she's been trying to take me to south Dakota and I didn't want to go and once I had a nightmare she tried to kidnap me. So I did the smart thing and went to my teacher telling her what's going on and telling her my mom1 was allowed to take me out of school because she wasn't. And she called the office again and let me talk to them and my mom left but after school she told me she was trying to take me out of school so we can go to Disneyland but only for a day and I told her I didn't want to go because I never been there and I wanted to experience it with my dad. And when we got to her apartment she ask me the words that freed me "Do you even want to be here?"
As a quiet child who didn't speak up for herself. I said no to her I told her I didn't want to be there but then she refused to take me back home I start crying but I started to take my shit that was mine or what I wanted or what she stole from my dad in my backpack and I started screaming take me home over and over again until she finally cracked. She took me home but she didn't bother to check to she if I got in safely she left I went to go inside but my parents weren't there thank God I had a phone I called my dad I was still crying and he asked what was wrong and told him everything he picked me up and we went to a BBQ that his work made. Now I no longer the devil but during my 8th grade graduation she showed up and ruined my whole day I wasn't able to take pictures with my friends because she was to busy being a "mom". I still hate her and no matter what she will repay for what she's done to me. I became depressed I didn't believe in love and I was always afraid to lose people still am. But mom are it better she the a best even tho she doesn't really like what I like that's fine as long as she loves me
I know that was so much but hey be careful of what you say to people especially with your mom jokes I mean I get those and one that hated is "I got that crack from your mom" I mean my biological mom is on drugs and it fucked up her life not that I'm sorry for her she made her choice it just bothers me because she technically my mom but ugh. Anyways Comment Vote and Share!!
Question: what you darkest moment in life?
