Before you start reading, don't judge me everyone has their life story and I I figured since I have no one to talk to I can explain it on here... Thanks for reading
Where do I start, I guess at day one. I was born December 12, 1995. Dad didn't claim me, gave me hateful looks, ect. At age 7 he started beating until last year. He attempted to rape me I said "no this isn't right." He beat me I was out in the hospital for a week, he got locked up an got out a few weeks ago.
At age 14 my mom chose crack Orr me and my brother. It killed me, I was left with no one. Me and my little brother stayed at my aunts and at age 15 I went to stay with the guy I consider dad. He brother raped and beat me. Needless to say he is in prison. March of 2013 the guy I call dad died, he got hit by a drunk driver, that killed me I had no one:,(
November 11, 2013 I met the guy who would kiss my scars and make everything better, I live with him now. We argue but why couple doesn't!! He saved my life, shortly after I moved in we got my little brother move in!!
My life is one big fuck up. At age 13 I started cutting three weeks ago I stopped, until last night. Last night I was on the edge, ready to just fall! But then my little brother walked in, blood was everywhere!! He hugged me and said "Sissy it will be okay, I love you and I don't want you to meet God yet." That brought tears to my eyes, I could stop crying, he went got me tissues and a wet rig, now keep in mind he is only 5 . It's crazy how a 5 year old can save your life.
This is a part of my life story, don't judge everyone has the scars some more than others!
