My autobiography

My family

    Ever since I was little my family never really got along. My father always told my sisters and me that the people in this room was the only family you could rely on and that our other family didn't really care.
    But I always felt like that was wrong but I never questioned it because if I did I would get slapped and told not to talk back because he was the parent and I should show respect to my elders. One particular aunt my father never got along with and when they were around each other they would instantly start fighting so the two of them never liked to be around each other.
    My other side of the family from my mothers side I didn't really get to know because once mom had left my dad didn't want to be in contact with her family so we never really met them. But when we were kids I remember when it was Christmas we would go to our grandparents house on my mothers side and get presents.
     But after that my mother left a few days before Christmas and I never really liked the holiday after that. But eventually I wanted nothing to do with my mother until I turned 17 and I busted my mother and I decided that it would be best to move in with my mother because it would give me more opportunities.
     My father wasn't very happy that I was leaving he told me I was just another nigga to him and told me not to eat, drink, or move from the chair I was sitting in. So I texted my mother about the situation and so she texted her mom and she came to pick me up and she brought a cop and it made my father madder and my grandmother kept begging me not to go but I was done and I wanted to leave.
     When I was leaving out the door my father went to his room and he punched the wall and when he did he put a hole in it and I started crying because I didn't want to leave but I also did and it all happened in a way I never wanted it to happen and I think I will always regret the way I did things but I think it was for the best.