Everyone has a story some better than others. I was only a baby In my mothers womb when my life almost came to an end. My father or in my eyes my sperm doner wanted my mom to have an abortion because I wasn't a boy. To find that out really hurt it felt like I was getting kicked in the gut over and over. I grew up with my mother working and father just saying home. My worst memory is watching my father pin my mother to their bed and hit her. I remember walking in and telling him to stop but he pushed me out of the room and I cried. It was okay after that up till I was 6. That's when he left. I remember the cops showing up at my door asking for him. I moved in with my grandparents then. I was loved but I wanted my mom. I want a family. I remember looking at everyone of my friends and they had either a mom or a dad or two moms or a mom and dad, me I had my mom but she was in out of my life. Growing up I was a mommy's girl, still am believe it or not, when I was in forth grade so about 10 when my mom got me and my brother back. It was perfect for a year. At age 11 I started cutting. From there it became addicting and I found that I couldn't stop. It lasted for 3 years now. I still struggle with it...
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