My Story…

Lets see how much of this I can say without crying…

When I was 3 I moved from Michigan to Indiana because my parents got divorced. My mother immeadiatly got custody of me and my bother and sister. 3 years later my dad got remairred to a woman named Stephanie. She was nice most of the time, some of the time she was just awful. When my dad was gone she would scream and throw things. She secretly hated my father. All she wanted was a baby, but he couldn’t give her that. We all knew about this, but he never realized it. One night, two years ago, she finally snapped. My siblings and I were all upstairs because she came home drunk and we didn’t want to interfere. They were screaming for hours and hours. It felt like it would never end. My little sister was crying so much, my step mother finally walked up the stairs and grabbed a suitcase. It was already packed. Then she left. Nine months later, my dad told me they were getting a divorce. He still thinks that everything was his fault.

Now onto about my mother. Five years ago my mom mairried a man named Vince. He was terrible. He abused everyone. Almost daily. I went to a shelter with my mom and sister twice because she needed to escape him. I was there for 4 months the first time. And 3 months the second. I loved that place. Everyone was so nice there. And I escaped constant abuse. That place was my heaven. Even the therapists there were so nice. But that place was the first time I tried to kill myself. I was sick of being scared and hurt. I was scared of my thoughts so I told my mom. I was suppose to go to a mental hospital. As a fourth grader. I didn’t want to go. So I stayed out pf school and went to a counceler every day. Two weeks later I was allowed to go back to school. But it was hell. I was bullied everyday. Everyone called me an atenttion whore, emo, goth. But it didn’t stop there. Fat, annoying, try hard, stupid, ugly. My step sister told everyone what happened. But I didn’t want to go back to counceling so I didn’t tell anyone how I felt. One day at home the fight got out of hand. I don’t remember all of it. Just crying, screaming, everyone was huddled in a corner. Not knowing what to do. My mom and stepdad trying to push eachother down the stairs. I cant do this. I’m sorry. I cant relive this again.