#triggerwarning.#Dhs#cps#druguse
As far as I can remember, things have never been easy. I suppose I should be grateful that I can't recall or remember the events that lead to my current state. A babysitter with a vendetta had started this all. Don't be confused however, my parents were no saints. An ex criminal and a frequent addict who chose each other over the world. To this day they claim to love one another, but will refuse each other. This story begins a little past that though. Let's begin...
My name is Jenny. I'm twenty two years old, homeless, and can't really say why I've decided to tell you my story, but I hope you learn from my mistakes if you're within a similar situation.
I was born September 30th, 1997 to a family of no more than a mother and father. Less than a year later, I was given a brother. We will call him Timothy to be safe.
Timothy and I grew relatively normal. Our father worked hard, returning to school in order to maintain our family. Usually too tired to deal with children when he returned. So our mother, who also worked, took to a habit to keep herself going. She'd work at night, breathing in crystalized toxins between shifts so she'd have the energy to tend to my brother and I.
Unfortunately, she had left us with a babysitter that had an affair with my grandfather. Out of spite, she called CPS on my mother. Saying how she'd left us there over a month.
Honestly, I have no clue how much of this story is true. I have no memory of any of this and don't want to.
YOU ARE READING
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Non-Fiction#trigger warning. This is a story from beginning to end about a young lady faced with many problems and learning to overcome them
