I'm a 14 year old girl and have a shit family, i know this isn't the worste but it's what i feel. My life was great; it was just me, my brother, Mum and my Dad (but my mum and dad have been divorced since i was 3 months old). I was six when all the bliss left and i found some fat guy lying on the couch in my Mum's home, My Mum introduced him to me as Bruce her new "boyfriend". He was nice at first, you should know the type trying to get affection from me and my brother, buying us nice gifts, taking us out for hot chocolate and buying us junk food for dinner. After about 6 months of them dating Burce knocked up my Mum and so they got married because of it, Mum was about 7 months through the pregnancy when she got married to Bruce and the wedding was a cheap ass wedding, my Mum just wore her best dress from her wardobe and there wasn't even a priest. About a couple of weeks later my Mum started bleeding in the middle of the night so Bruce took her to the hospital. That night my Mum lost over 170 litres of blood, the doctors kept giving her blood but it kept just coming back out. After the bleeding eventually stopped my Mum only just survived, and my baby sister Emilia was born. While my Mum was in hospital my Dad was preparing to be a single parent and no one told me and my brother what was happening! we were asleep. Now that I'm 14 and i was seven when my half sister was born, now she's seven and i wish she was never born!!! she's a stupid peice of shit that makes my life hell! Everyday she has a tantrum everyday she cries or screams or yells! My life would've been so much better if Bruce hadn't come along! Err Bruce hasn't had a job for two years and he's completely broke but some how he manages to buy Emillia $50 barbie and junkfood everyday theyre together, i forgot to say that my Mum divorced with Bruce when my sister was about 3. Every morning my Mum wakes up grumpy yelling at everyone because my sister goes into Mums bed every night and keeps her awake. I don't get anything! My bedroom is the smallest room in the house and i get nothing. My Dad is the only person who gives me stuff but if i want something like to dye my hair or a nose piercing my Dad isn't aloud an opinion only my Mum can make those decisions and she always says no! I hate my Mum! I hate my half sister! If my Mum never met Bruce my life would still be bliss. And to add to everything I have type 1 Diabetes and i have to do 5 needles a day and it gives me bruizes and lumps, im a skinny person but it makes me look bloated on the stomach and fat on the legs :( i can't wear a bikini because i'm too ashamed of my legs and stomach.