So 2019 is almost over huh? Things have been so fucking hectic. I'm guessing my best bet is to start from the beginning. Oh Lord; so much bullshit has happened. So honestly I think I'm going to split it up into separate parts to be honest. Only to make things a little less confusing and easier to catch on. So, here it goes.
Part one: My mother's marriage matters
My mom (Kristi) has still continued to cheat on her husband (Chad/Bitch step-dad) with so many men it's not even funny. I have kept track on all of their names because it gets confusing; she likes to go back and forth.
I eventually became fed up with all of the bullshit going on around my house in Michigan. I broke down and tried to kill myself and later on Chad for reasons I will explain soon enough. Long story short, he was beating the shit out of her. He was so controlling. She wasn't allowed to work, she couldn't have friends or go out to places, she wasn't even allowed to go to church because he was paranoid. One day when she came to me with a black eye is when I lost my shit basically. And earlier this year he slammed her against the wall in front of my little sister and I and choked her out. She would tell me that she would cry while having sex with him. By the way, my mother and I were very close because we were all we had. I eventually got fed up and called 12 on myself because I was literally about to hurt this motherf***** so bad. I told them everything. Chad's father was doing cocaine, the abuse, and everything that has ever went down. Sometimes everything that has happened feels like a blur. I've blocked out a lot of things that have happened to Kristi and I. I just gotta survive and I can't live in the past. I can only move on and try to heal. I got kicked out pretty much. I lived on the streets for a few weeks then my co worker invited me to stay with her and pay rent as she did. Everything was perfect until the boyfriend I had at the time did some dumb shit and got me kicked out. So, I went to go live at a youth homeless shelter for 21 days then, I lived with a friend and her family for a little over a month. But that didn't end well. My mom and I reconciled. I lived with her for about a month as well before we hauled our asses back to Texas after over 3 years of begging. I knew this would both be good for us right? Let me back up a little bit. When Kristi and I were staying in our apartment, she was hoeing around even though she was still married. She pressured me to do meth with her. I gave in (which I shouldn't have). That was probably one of the worst things I have ever done to myself. The detox was so damn awful but it was worth it because I'm now healthy. We made a pact to stay clean together. So, while she was hoeing around, she met this guy named Timothy. He sounded like a a decent guy. He was kinda cute (for a middle aged guy lol) but eww tbh. She went to go spend a few days with him. I was hesitant and didn't like the idea but wtf could I say? She's grown I guess. Long story short, she was raped. And since I was involved with some "people" that wouldn't stand for that shit. I took care of him pretty much. He's not dead lol but he was sent to the hospital and he wont be able to have kids, ever.
