So my family started off normal ya know, no problems my mom was pregnant young and I my dad was always there. My sisters Lariah and Olivia stuck with me. Well until I was like between 3-5. My mom and dad fought a lot (physical and verbal) so they split up and my mom took Oliva as me and Lariah stayed with my dad(me and Lariah had different moms) my dad started to get a crap load of girl friends and it pissed me off. My dad was verbally abusive, he hit me a couple of times and he never touched Lariah but he yelled at her. Me and Lariah both attempted to run away and yeah, shit happens right? We all feel like we want to run away at some point, right? Anyways after my dad's last girl ditched him we got kicked out of our house and me and my dad lived at my friend mitchells house while Lariah lived with her mom. My dad was also an asshole over there so he got kicked out and I lived with my grandparents and I still am....yep I had such a wonderful childhood. Isint life just great?
