My aunt & uncle adopted me when I was born because the real Parent's couldn't afford another child.
I'm the baby in my family & I was spoilt. Caught my Mother cheating on my Dad with randoms & my friends Dad who was married numerous times at 6 years old & even though she knew I was hurt because of it she continued & told me to mind my own business. At age 7 she left my Dad for my Step Dad & even though he was a good man I hated his guts just because I was hurt. My brother died when I was 8 & my Dad died when I was 10.
I grew up hating my My Mum & step Dad because of the separation & I rebelled when I hit my teens. Drank, smoked, did weed every day, hooked up with anyone & the silly thing is this was my way to pay her back for the hurt I had been carrying since 6 years old. I got worse so she packed my bags & sent me to my birth fathers house. I had always gone there most holidays & some weekends & I couldn't stand it. His way or the belt & that was it. All his kids could shit on me & I couldn't touch them & they were around the same age. Couldn't go anywhere at all, only to School & netball on Saturdays. After 2 months I ran away for 2 weeks robbing houses & causing havoc. The police found me & I was given 2 choices at a meeting,
Go back to him or go to Child Welfare - I choosed Child welfare.
In the end my Mum found out & got me back & we moved from the Country to the City.
Fell in love at 15, Mum & Step Dad done everything to keep my boyfriend & I apart until 1 night she told me her & I were going back to our Home town for Seasonal work but she will be leaving me there to live (she owned our home in my hometown).
As soon as she told me I left the lounge, snuck out the door & stayed at a friends house for a few nights then moved in with my boyfriend & his family.
Mum gave up after that, she said I'm willing to go to great lengths to be with him & that she just didn't want to lose me.
Finally, at age 17 I started getting along with my family. My relationship with my Step dad & Mum was good. Then my Step dad died of cancer when I was 18. Can't let go of all the guilt of how bad I treated him when really he was the best Dad anyone could have. Always there for me even if he beat me it was for a good reason. Age 20, working & paying my own way. Had a good job, good set of friends, good relationship with my family & still with the same boyfriend from 15. Find out he cheated on me twice was all I knew. That fucked me up. Rebelled again. Fought him a lot. Drank, done drugs, partied & went clubbing a lot! Sometimes I would come home 5am, sometimes I wouldn't come home until the next day. Was over paranoid about us working different shifts, thinking he was cheating on me again, so I ended up chucking in the job I enjoyed just so I could keep an eye on him. And at the same time I cheated on him numerously with flings & seeing this one guy for many months. After that I lost motivation to make a life for myself. Im now 26. No job, no motivation, tonnes of regrets & too much negativity. I look at my life & think what the fuck! Fuck my life !