Where should i start. I've grown up in a very broken up family that includes (Abusers, Molesters, Alcoholics, Drug Addicts.) My Father was the abuser & alcoholic in the family he started beating my Mother when she became pregnant with me tried killing her by choking her until she almost died. After I was born I became his second punching bag not even a month old he would blow pepper in face because he thought it was funny spin me around in a desk chair till I would throw up. When I was a around three months old I had colic and one night it was so bad I was crying in my crib he was upset that I was disturbing his sleep he slapped me in the face so hard my Mother couldn't leave the house for days because fear of DCF. My Parents eventually got divorced when I was almost two but my Mother cared more about getting herself away from my Father than she cared about getting me away from him she signed custody over to him and moved across the country and moved on with her life while I was being beaten for everything I did and didn't do. About five years go by and my older cousin started molesting me every morning (at the time he stayed with us) and I didn't know exactly what was going on I never told any body because he would threaten me and I've kept it to myself for many years. My Father still abused me as I got older but it wasn't just the usual "ur my punching bag" he started using objects such at throwing a tv at my head breaking things that belonged to me locking me up in my bed room every night with out eating dinner & got to where he would take my clothing from me and would make me ware the outfit that he would pick out for me and i would have to wear it until he decided i could have something different and I was only aloud to go to school and home I dreaded going home everyday eventually he started letting his girlfriend abuse me mostly by name calling even though to most people it's not a big deal but when ur a young child names like whore, fatass, cunt, hussy, really have an impact. After awhile he decided he didn't want me living with them because I took up to much space in my little bedroom that was actually a small closet so he pawned me off to my grandmother for a little bit and she didn't want me either she kicked me out of her house and back into my Fathers house and that's when I became the slave I had to cook, clean, walk to the store to get them geocerys because they were to lazy to do anything. I stayed in touch with my mom over the years and eventually went and lived with her for a little bit when I was twelve. after school had ended my Father made my Mother send me back to his house for what we thought was just a summer visit ended up with him forcing me to stay and live with him again where I once again became a prisoner and punching bag at that time I was thirteen where I was forced to sleep in a small room above my great-grandmothers house with only a bed and a window he kept me there for a year until he got sick of having me around so I was sent back to my grandmothers home until she didn't want me around and sent me back to my Mother & I've lived with an close to her ever since. Now to the drug addict and unfortunately that's me something I'm not proud of and something I'm working on fixing I've surrounded myself with so many other people who are too and that's all I've know for the past few years is the high and how it Makes everything in my life feel like just an awful nightmare and no my drugs of choice are not coke or meth so please do not refer to me as those things. I'm sorry my story is so long I just had a lot to write. Please no hateful post. I'm already leaning over the ledge to my death I don't need to be pushed.
It's hard I know
But ur nice person and just move on
Let them regret later on for wat there doin to you
Get out of there go to the police station tell them to put u safe it's better then wat you have rigthnow
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diagnosed with cancer, had 2 months of chemo, went seriously ill, got re tested they got it wrong and it was a different type of cancer, basically had 2 months of chemo for nothing, then had to have 6 months of the correct chemo, finished in september, got scanned and told the cancer is still there, then in november i was using a chainsaw and hit myself in the foot, put me out of action for a month but thankfully healed ok. then went for fertility tests and got told im totally infertile because of the chemo, then my girlfriend of 12 years leaves me and tells me 3 days ago she is 10 weeks pregnant by some guy she met 2 months ago. the only thing left for me to look forward to in my life is the next stage of cancer treatment which is stem cell transplants which involves a month in hospital. cant wait, at least i get free food.