Not playing the same game twice
Where does the story start? I guess I could say it started eight-teen years ago. The day I was born. My partents weren’t perfect, but I did’t know that back then. I was just a kid trying to have fun. So many things took place and changed that I lost track of what was real and what was just another story I was being told. Battles between family’s and there caught in the middle of this big battle feild was four children left with a life no one could come close to understanding. Standing there left with a dad who never wanted to come around and a mom who was to stuck in still being a kid her self. The reality of the whole thing is just this…….
I’ve come to realize something that maybe I have known the whole time and just never was willing to face. Growing in my life wasn’t normal in the slightest bit. I was home shooled and didn’t grow up really with my dad. My mom lost depending on her self, so we didn’t have all the things we needed. Food in our house wasn’t always there and my mom seemed to always end up with a different guy. We moved more times than I can could count or even remember. My mom could never just talk to us she had to always scream. My dad would do anything we wanted as long as we would help him get back with my mom. Most of my clothes are from my grandma. Our schooling started not to matter as much to my mom anymore and we fell so far behind. I had to learn real fast how to do things on my own and depends only on me and my little sister and brother along with my older sister. I can’t ever remember acting like the age I was because I was never able to. Always way ahead of those I hung out with because my mom and dad didn’t allow anything for us to be normal.
Turning eight-teen I realized everything and learned so much about the thing I thought was my normal way of life. If people only knew half of what was real in life I think they would be a little surpized that I turned out how I am today and no some girl who fucked up her life….My story hasn’t ended just yet and I have still to this day to allow my self just to put it behind me. I keep moving forward but the same story will always follow….