i was happy when i was growing up in my own country i had plenty of friends and loving family even though my parents left me and my grandma raise me. when i came to the U.S. i moved with my mom i was still only a child, 8, the first six months were fine until her husband who she didnt tell me she was married too, started to abuse me physically. My mom had a shopping problems and always went to the gym after her work. i have a twin brother too, his been with me since i was born. the man started to hit us really bad and my mom did nothing about it. i dont even want to write about what happened. i call the cops one day because i was tired of this shit. i got in contact with my dad via email which my mom was hiding. my dad moved us to the state in which he lived but then started to hit us too. my mom moved an hour away from us so she dint help that much. as i moved to my dads state my brother and i became really shy, we can trust anyone. So then school when down hill. Kids started to spread humors and other shit teenagers do. at the end we didnt have any friends for expect 2. My mom is a bitch and is engaged with this other man that also treats us badly. I moved back with my dad but he remarried so her wife is a bitch. My brother and i are separated one lives with my mom and the other with my dad. the lack of friends have made us even more shy other the years and gave us a fear to speak , dont get me wrong i talk when i have too but i dont like communicating with people which gets me no friends so im always stuck in my room doing shit. the story goes on but i dont wanna share it | |
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