my life is hard knot.

My Birth

I was born March 1,1977 at st. Clare's hospital at 1245 pm. It was a Tuesday. The reason I was born in March instead of June 1977. Is because my father kicked my mom in the stomach to try to get rid of me. All because he wanted a boy not a girl. After my birth he told my mother to get rid of me by either killing me or give me away. So my mother gave me to my grandparents. They raised me until I was two years old. When my mother decided to come and get me from my grandparents house. After I was taken home my father started to touch us kids and my mom was to damn blind to see he was hurting us. I got the nerve to tell the school that my father was touching us and my mother didn't care about us kids she was more worried about my father and making sure his dinner was on the table while us kids went hungry and we were put in our rooms and was told if we made a sound my parents would beat on us. So we did as we were told. When there was knock on the door, it was the cops, cps(child protection system) My mom sat in the kitchen and just listened to the door. Then my oldest brother opened the door and let them in to find out what is going on. They told him what happened at school and my oldest brother told them yes he has. So he was put in jail. But in five hours he was out and back in the home. While us kids got split up to go to different families. Me and my sister were kept together. And the first foster home we went to was bad. When they didn't like what we were doing we got hit with belt buckles. And they allowed their kids to beat on us and they thought it was funny. At Christmas time we got one toy well that beats not getting anything but as soon as we got our gift we were put outside in the cold with no clothes and no coat and no food for two days until they felt like it. The second family we went was even worst tying us up to a table and to the wall. While the father and son had their way with us. as they were doing this the mother was watching them do it. When the worker came and I was outside playing they asked me where is your sister I told them she is in the house with the bad man and his son and they didn't want to be bothered with. So they went in the house and found out what was going on. So we were removed two days afterwards. We were told we would never be anybody and no one would care if two unwanted kids ended up dead. The third house was bad too we were tied outside like dogs and my sister ran away she was tired of the abuse so she started hitchhiking to Schenectady NY and she was picked up by the state cops and the foster family was told to tie us up like dogs because we were dogs because we came from a poor family and that we asked to be raped and molested by our father, uncle, grandfather, foster care. Who is left to trust?.I was moved around from to age of 4 until I was 16 my sister ended up in a group home. And was not released until her 18th birthday.
She was born on February 18,1976 in Georgia. My sister was and will always be disabled in the mind our family of men messed her up badly. And I had to grow up at the age of 4 . I had to raise my sister until she went to the group home. My sister is now a whore and has supplied the state of NY with 26 kids and she doesn't know who is their father.
I been through a lot of crap through out my life. I get into relationships and I am the one who gets hurt.