Im new here.... Day 1
Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 1:01 am
I have been brought up in a church since I was a child by my aunt and
uncle who are more like my mom and dad then my real mom and dad.
I have never been close to my parents and that has never been a
problem for me but it is for them. I have always been one to fend for
myself I didn't need them. When I was three my sister was born and I
learned at that age that she would be my responsibility. So I would
watch my parents and by the time I was five I was taking care of her
and she was two. My parents have never had any interest in us kids.
But I knew that my Father did and even though he wasn't present he
was up there watching us. As I got older I grew closer to him and then
when I got into middle school that all started to change and I started
to change. I was no longer living for him I was living to fit in. When I
was twelve I started hanging out with the wrong crowd and I started
drinking and going to parties. The summer before I started high school
I stayed with a friend and did nothing but party and smoke. My first day
of high school my sister was born and I started to straighten up. I knew
that I would be the one to raise her. I was only thirteen then. I would
wake up every time she cried and I would hear my mom coming up
the stairs yelling I am going to kill her if she don't shut up. So I would
hurry up and run into her room and grab her before my mom did. I
would put her back to sleep after I feed her or changed her diaper and
then I would go back to sleep. Then I would go to school and as soon as
I got home my mom would be waiting at the door with my sister in her
hands. The only time I had was the summers when I went to my friends
house and smoke and drank and partied. When I was fourteen I started
cutting I was so stressed and that was my way to release it. Also I tried
to commit suicide. When I was fifteen me and my parents would always
fight and argue. I started going back to church and tried to get my life
back on track. I ran away when I was fifteen I was headed to my friends
house. My mom found out where I was hiding out until the taxi came
and she called the police and they made me go with her and as I was
getting in the van the taxi pulled up. I was so mad I was almost away
from them and if the police was not there I would have ran to the taxi.
I also tried to commit suicide at fifteen. When I was sixteen I started
partying harder and smoking more. I got caught shoplifting at the mall
and had to go to an "ABC" class Alternative Behavioral Choices. There I
got close to the leader Jessica and started to open up to her and shared
my poems with her. When I was seventeen nothing really happened I
took care of my sister well I call her my baby and she calls me mom. I
also graduated from high school. On my eighteenth birthday I found out
that my mom and dad were getting a divorce. A couple of weeks later
on a friday my dad moved out and my mom had her boyfriend moved in
by sunday. I left for a week to a friends in January and I got a message
from my mom so I called my mom back and she told me to pack all my
things and get out of her house. So then I moved into my friends house
and then in March my boyfriend now ex got kicked out of his moms
house and he moved in with me at my friends. Thats when he started
treating me bad. Then we moved in with my dad and his friends and
then things got worse. So after six years of a great relationship the last
four months of it was horrible. He was always controlling but it got
worse. He got abusive and made me do things I did not want to do. He
was physically and verbally abusive and that took a toll on me mentally.
I finally got up the courage and broke up with him in June and he moved
back in with his mom and me and my dad moved in with my dads
girlfriend. But as all that went on with my ex I found God again. After all
those years it took something as horrible as that to help me find God
and he gave me the strength to live through it and get away from it and
it has made me a stronger person. Also he has helped me to quit
smoking I haven't smoked since July 3rd and also he has helped me to
quit cutting since October. I still drink and I am still having a hard time
dealing with what my ex put me through.
Thanks for reading this and sorry its so long and comments are welcomed.
Amanda
uncle who are more like my mom and dad then my real mom and dad.
I have never been close to my parents and that has never been a
problem for me but it is for them. I have always been one to fend for
myself I didn't need them. When I was three my sister was born and I
learned at that age that she would be my responsibility. So I would
watch my parents and by the time I was five I was taking care of her
and she was two. My parents have never had any interest in us kids.
But I knew that my Father did and even though he wasn't present he
was up there watching us. As I got older I grew closer to him and then
when I got into middle school that all started to change and I started
to change. I was no longer living for him I was living to fit in. When I
was twelve I started hanging out with the wrong crowd and I started
drinking and going to parties. The summer before I started high school
I stayed with a friend and did nothing but party and smoke. My first day
of high school my sister was born and I started to straighten up. I knew
that I would be the one to raise her. I was only thirteen then. I would
wake up every time she cried and I would hear my mom coming up
the stairs yelling I am going to kill her if she don't shut up. So I would
hurry up and run into her room and grab her before my mom did. I
would put her back to sleep after I feed her or changed her diaper and
then I would go back to sleep. Then I would go to school and as soon as
I got home my mom would be waiting at the door with my sister in her
hands. The only time I had was the summers when I went to my friends
house and smoke and drank and partied. When I was fourteen I started
cutting I was so stressed and that was my way to release it. Also I tried
to commit suicide. When I was fifteen me and my parents would always
fight and argue. I started going back to church and tried to get my life
back on track. I ran away when I was fifteen I was headed to my friends
house. My mom found out where I was hiding out until the taxi came
and she called the police and they made me go with her and as I was
getting in the van the taxi pulled up. I was so mad I was almost away
from them and if the police was not there I would have ran to the taxi.
I also tried to commit suicide at fifteen. When I was sixteen I started
partying harder and smoking more. I got caught shoplifting at the mall
and had to go to an "ABC" class Alternative Behavioral Choices. There I
got close to the leader Jessica and started to open up to her and shared
my poems with her. When I was seventeen nothing really happened I
took care of my sister well I call her my baby and she calls me mom. I
also graduated from high school. On my eighteenth birthday I found out
that my mom and dad were getting a divorce. A couple of weeks later
on a friday my dad moved out and my mom had her boyfriend moved in
by sunday. I left for a week to a friends in January and I got a message
from my mom so I called my mom back and she told me to pack all my
things and get out of her house. So then I moved into my friends house
and then in March my boyfriend now ex got kicked out of his moms
house and he moved in with me at my friends. Thats when he started
treating me bad. Then we moved in with my dad and his friends and
then things got worse. So after six years of a great relationship the last
four months of it was horrible. He was always controlling but it got
worse. He got abusive and made me do things I did not want to do. He
was physically and verbally abusive and that took a toll on me mentally.
I finally got up the courage and broke up with him in June and he moved
back in with his mom and me and my dad moved in with my dads
girlfriend. But as all that went on with my ex I found God again. After all
those years it took something as horrible as that to help me find God
and he gave me the strength to live through it and get away from it and
it has made me a stronger person. Also he has helped me to quit
smoking I haven't smoked since July 3rd and also he has helped me to
quit cutting since October. I still drink and I am still having a hard time
dealing with what my ex put me through.
Thanks for reading this and sorry its so long and comments are welcomed.
Amanda