Roughly coming up on age 14 my dad my sister and i have to move into his mothers house. She was bi polar. She had a bad temper,she was controlling, and she was a hoarder. She had husband with a terrible temper. The first 10 months living with them went quite well until one day my grandma snapped. She had us sorting silverware for her to sell and i didnt want to do it and i stormed out the house. She came after me yelling at me to come back and threw a metal skillet at my back.. This kind of abuse went on for awhile about a year. My dad never noticed because be was at work when it happened.. And i didnt say anything because we had no where else to go.. So i just took it my dad and sister didnt have to suffer due to my mistakes.. And have consequences based on me not being able to control my outbursts..
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My Story
Short StoryNot a lot of people know about my past. I usually like to keep it that way because i hate who i used to be. But sometimes you have to accept who you are and let everyone know.
