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looking back

Posted by sammi at December 1, 2010
Tags: 2010 December  Family  Poverty  Relationship

wow how screwd up is life really? So lets begin when I was young, my mother and I were homeless for a majority of my childhood, she finally got married to a woman/child abusier after being hit kicked trethened with a gun and had my room set on fire by this man my mom devoriced him. Homeless again, no one would take me in not even my father, I got picked on in school because i did not have nice clothes, my mom became a whore and screwed every man that came along, I was hungary most the time and then we moved to Michigan and lived in a trailor park sounds ok at least I had a home not right? Wrong we may have had a home but we had no electrisity so now not only did I have bad clothes but I stunk, I finally made a friend named Daniel and one day during school I got to watch out my classroom window as he got hit by a car walking to school late and yes he died, so here i am with no friends again. now lets fast-forward a bit, I finally have a trailor with my mom and it has heat.. yah. I am 14 long blonde hair blue eyes and about 110 lbs with the body of a model, I meet a guy older than me, he has a good job bought a home for me a real home with a pool and all, we get married and I have a baby boy, loose my model figure and find out the whole time my husband has been screwing my sister, I devorice him get my model figure back and get remarried I now have two beautiful children along with 3 step children I am 28, I am trying to get a degree in psychology, it is expensive, so now the only home I have truely loved is going to be forclosed on, I work like a dog and go to school full time seems like I could afford to keep a roof over my childrens head but no, I guess the cycle continues... but the good news.. I will not FAIL at college I will continue to do good in school and in 6 years I WILL have a PHd in psychology and have that home I want with those nice clothes for my children, that they have never had... but for now "this shit sucks"


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By anonymous at 16,Dec,10 21:25

Sugar daddy plan(checked), congrats!LOL, no but seriously your ok.

By anonymous at 17,Dec,10 14:34

Why don't you audition for Next Top Model?? You could do worse.
By anonymous at 18,Dec,10 00:35

casting couch says sup

By anonymous at 19,Dec,10 21:00

you seem like a strong woman. You're gonna be allright at the end but, just stay single. I think you'll be better off that way.

By anonymous at 20,Dec,10 02:41

I'll let you tickle my pickle for a nickel.

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