If I didn't tell you before, I am adopted. I was adopted when I was 11. I can't remember all of the details why, but I do know that I was sexually abused by my biological mother's boyfriend. I also used to have a problem telling when I needed to go to the bathroom. So I peed my pants and the bed a lot. Every time I did my moms boyfriend made me drink out of a baby bottle and eat baby food.
Anyways, when I was taken away from my biological mother, I went to live with my grandma. I lived with her for about a year in a half before she didn't want me. She didn't want me because I ran away from home. So instead of her taking care of me, my aunt and uncle took me in. By this time of the year it was June and school was done.
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Just Venting
RandomThis story is about a girl who has no idea about her past and is always afraid of the future. It is all true and can be very vulnerable.
