Healing

Part 2

I finally did it, I finally said something. And a big part of it had to do with my sisters. I knew that if I could just tell someone you'd leave them alone too. The one thing that hurt me the most out of telling someone was that my mom still didnt believe in me. As much as I did want her to believe in her only daughter that had respect for her and all the love in the world for her, I didnt care anymore I just wanted out of this horrible world I was in. And it happened, she turned away, gave me her back and went of with the monster.

We ended up in foster care, we were too much for family. But by the second foster home we were fine. Ended up with a sweet lady someone very nice and understandable. I didnt live long there as i became emancipated. You see when my mother left she left me with a boy who I didnt quite know myself. But she assumed we were boyfriend and girlfriend so she left me there. He took care of me provided me with everything I needed. About a couple months after leaving me there social services stated I needed to be with family so they moved me to my aunt and uncles. Thats where my sisters were staying. We were only with them I would say maybe about a year but like I said we ended up being to much. So social services picked us up took us to our first foster parent, which didnt end well, so they moved us again to a second foster parent who made us feel comfortable. At that point I had my few month old baby and my sister with a baby on the way. I was happy I mean really happy. I was away from the nightmare I had been trying to run away from for so long. I had my baby who brought and still brings a smile to my face who is my sunshine. I quit school and helped my sister out for a while with her baby. How I love that baby. She's alot like my own believe it or not. After a couple months with our second foster mom I met my real dad. I tried makeing things work but I have come to realize that things will never be the way they should have because he was never made to be a father figure to me. He was just a stranger I tried too hard to make things right. I've always wondered 'what if he was still in our life's? Would my step father still have had the chance to molest me? Would have what happened to me still have had happened? We would never know. But I've learned to be ok with that. His gone his on way and I mine.

I lived with our second foster parent for about 7-8 months. I then emancipated myself so that my daughter, boyfriend and I could move into our first one bedroom apartment. Things were rough for us at first. I didnt think we were gonna make it.