I had a foster brother and he was absolutely AWFUL. My adopted mom thought he was going to hurt me so she had to give up fostering. Soon after my parents had got into multiple arguments so my adopted mom decided to meet someone else without getting a divorce. When I was four I went to preschool for two weeks then pulled out so my adopted mom could go live with her "boyfriend". I knew nothing about him, only that he and the rest of his family drank and smoked cigarettes. I missed my grandparents I was only allowed to see them every two weeks. They would call and I'd scream and run to the door crying and tell them to come get me. I was used to sleeping with my mom so when I first got there I slept with her and "the man" but after a couple months I was forced to sleep in my own bed. I hated it so in the middle of the night I would try to come into there room but "the man" would bring a wooden Patel and threaten to beat my butt with it. I was honestly scared so I would sprint to my room and lock the door.
Well that's it for this update. I am happy I am being honest and telling my life story
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Non-FictionThis story is based on events that have happened through my life and I can tell you some parts may be a little harsh and I will speak about Bulimia and Depression. So enjoy this book about my life.
