In the beginning it was me, my sister, my mom, and my dad. And as a young kid I thought everything was perfect. But really my parents fought a lot and so did me and my sister. But me and her fighting was normal. We were kids. Anyhow I didn't notice the fighting between mom and dad until I saw mom throw something...I ran too my room and a little after my dad came to comfort me and that's all I remember. Then I went to my grandma's with my mom and sister. We went a new school and then my grandma passed away. I was kinda emotionless towards it..I dont know why though. Anyhow we moved to these apartments that I HATE and I went back and forth between mom and dad. I always had a dog...and it was always with my dad. Anyhow fastforward a few years and my mom messed up after a breakup with a boyfriend and we stayed with my cousin then went to Texas she lost custody of us for going out of state oh yeah we live in Arkansas. So then we went to foster care and we couldn't touch the walls...and had lice...yeah. Our dad was the only one who ever showed up to fight for us...anyhow move on a few years life's good I live with my dad and my sister with our nana pat..well did...our dad got in a fourweeler wreck and then we went to our nana Pat's she passed away we went to live with our uncle and aunt and then..our dad finally passed away. So long story short my life was good until I saw the fight.
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my life story
Randommy story is like anyone else's nothing more. So you may wonder then why write about it?? Well I know that listening to other people's stories helped me so maybe mine will help you. Also I need advice..lots of it...so really this isn't me trying to...
