When I was two I started swearing my mo all she did was help my dad beat me. There was a haul near were we lived over in the apartments and my dad used to slap me there where my mom could not see us. My dad hated me no matter what I did it was wrong it did not matter if I was bleeding. It did not matter if I was scared. All it mattered was if my mom was happy. So I am here right now to tell you my story. My dad never hit my mom. He only hit me he hated me be happy. So I grew up not a happy person my mom always told me that something was wrong with me she got the doctor to give me bi-polar medicine. A couple of years later I started smoking cigarettes and drinking alcohol. The only reason I did these things was because I gave up. I gave up in life and what I believed in.

After a little while I got addicted to smoking, my moms friend that was very close to me and she found out. She knew that I had a pack of cigarettes on me from my mom going into the hospital. She made me destroy the whole pack. I knew I was addicted because I was crying as I was destroying them I did not realize that I was addicted. Till now. My dad caught me drunk once and he told me not to tell my mother. My friends were not the greatest influences because I smoked with them and my boyfriend before school started everyday. I was starting to become a slut. I did a lot of things with my boyfriend. That I do regret and on top of that my mom thought I was crazy. To the point my mom called the cops on me because of my math homework.

This person has helped me through everything that I know. Because of her I would not be here right now I would probably be skipping school and going to party’s. And then getting arrested. I know that not everyone is perfect but that I have had a lot of help shaping up my life. You want to think if you just gave up that it would be o.k. but in the long run. It will never be o.k. you do not realize this until you have gone through it but this person was more of a mom then my real mom was she helped me deal with my real father. Somehow she never gave up on me. Her name is gale rich and her whole family I do not know how one person can be so compassionate. But she was my life saver. I really love her.

After a while my dad broke my arm I was told just to tell the truth. And I did that, that day that I was taken from school it was the same day that I had told they told my mom that she had to get rid of my father or get rid of me. My mom had chose my father. But everyone new that she would never get rid of him. So I ended up in foster care. And now I am here in Orion Jr. high trying to get my grades up. I love everyone that has helped me. After my latest discovery of trying harder in school is worth it. i try very hard. but back to my story. i saw my mom the other day she told me she did not want me anymore just like she always says. some people tell me they are surprised i have dealt with it so long. but i do not understand why they think that. 

i have lived for 14 years and all i can think about is what my mom says about me i have cryed for about four hours and it makes me feel like crap somehow i know my mom hates me she acts like it and says it.