A child is supposed to be loved, nurtured, and cared for, but that wasn't the case for me. This is a true story and if you want to keep reading this horrible story, then your going to be on one hell of a roller coaster with me. So buckle up and keep your arms and feet inside the cart.
I was two when I had to fend for myself, sounds a bit exaggerated but it's the truth. My parents were heavy into drugs they didn't feed us, change us, or wash us so my brother and I did that for ourselfs, but during that time we were moving everywhere to my grandmas house to my mom's friends so we were bouncing everywhere. As a child I wouldn't want to be anywhere but with my mom, your probably think we'll she was into drugs how did she take care of you? I don't know half of the answers your going to ask me but she wasn't that bad. My mom was a brave warrior waiting to get out of the cloudy mess, you see she was raped at the age of 14 had kids when she wasn't stable.
She fell into a deep depression she ended up bipolar and we'll the guy I hate also (My father). He was and still is very abusive I was 7 they were drinking heavily my parents were going at it my mom made one slip up with her words and he was after her. He wasn't running more like choking and sinking his teeth into her head I was scared for my life but I had to fight for my mom, most kids would have ran away but I fought the most I could and that's what I did I was wailing, kicking whatever I could do to get him off of my mom.
That can FUCK a kid up, my life had never be stable from day one. I picked up a cigarette I know it wasn't the best decision and yeah I know it was and is illegal but I thought it was the way to go so I smoked it, I could let go of what was happening but the was only temporary until I found the alcohol I wasn't a kid anymore because I knew I fucked my life up and I had to pay for that.
Most kids would sleep in there parents bedroom because they felt scared. I slept in there so I could make my mom feel safe at any moment he would be lurking trying to get his hands on one of us. To be exact there were four of us at that time My mom, My brother, Guy I hate (Father), and I. Through all these events my brother wasn't in most of them he was just there.
