The way I came into this world was not the best way. My mom was sleeping with a married man who had two other children. She did multiple drugs, smoked, and drank alcohol all through out her pregnancy with me.
I was lucky to be a healthy. I didn't have any birth defects. The doctors were surprised that I lived. After I was born my mom quit everything.
As for my dad, he never came around. He didn't want to be apart of my life because he already had a family. His wife never found out about my mom or me.
I was told that my dad died when I was four. He was driving home from Kansas. He was visiting his brother, but he lost control of his car and flipped multiple times until he landed in a ditch. The paramedics said he was dead before they got there.
I don't remember much of my childhood. Except for the five and a half years that I'll never forget. Age four and under is a blur.
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I know it's short, but more is to come. I hope ya'll enjoy my story. 🍓
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Non-FictionYou hear all these stories of bad people. It makes you upset just to hear them, but you never think it could happen to you. And that's exactly what happened to me. What he did to me I never knew he would do. He was like my father. I loved and truste...
