I Made It

I Made It

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WpMetadataReadPer adultiCompleta mer, apr 6, 2016<5 mins
Hi, my name is Ashley and I am a survivor. Now I bet your wondering what did I survive from? Well let me tell you how I survived my childhood. Typically you don't hear many people opening up about their childhood if it was bad, but I like to think of it as letting it go. Also becoming free of what made me the person I am today. Let me take you back, back to a part I don't remember but have been told about many times. I was born on July 30, but I do not know where. My mother's name is Wendy and my father's Dewayne. I have 4 brothers, Zach, Robert, Cody and another brother who I never had the pleasure if meeting. We grew up in a very small trailer that was obviously not big enough for two adults, 3 toddlers, and a baby. It was not even safe enough for us. I have to warn you this journey is not a pleasant one but you have to stay till then end to be satisfied. My brothers and I were abused by my father and it took a while for my mother to leave him but she did. She the got with a man t
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They say what's in the past keep it in the past but I wanted to know all about my past. It was things that I didn't know and that I wanted and needed to know! But my life turned upside down when my past is exactly what I should have left alone. Now if you ask me how it all began, I don't exactly remember but I know it started when I moved in with my grandma who I haven't met in all my twenty years of living. I have been in and out of foster homes since I can remember, living with families I knew nothing about. Being the outcast and them constantly asking me what's wrong because I simply did not speak. The only thing that kept me sane was my good grades throughout school. I got the satisfaction of doing the one thing that people kept telling me over and over I couldn't do. I stayed to myself and graduated high school with honors, getting a full-ride scholarship to any college of my choice. Of course, by having this accomplishment, it didn't make it any easier for me between my foster families. To them, I became the girl who was better than them. But I didn't care because when I turned twenty I finally got to start making my own choices. This is where I wonder if the first choice I made was the right one. The first choice I made was to go live off-campus with my grandmother during my first semester in college. I ask myself how could I be so stupid? But you will see just how stupid I was. Or was I?

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