#305 When I was 11 my dad passed away, my mum turned in to a tart and slept with everything and anything she could I had to look after my brother and sister as she was not there. When I was 12 she had met the man she wanted to be with and at 13 he used to touch me and talk to me like I was shit. I tried to tell her and she threw me out. I was 13 I had no Idea what I was suppose to do. I lived in an old abandon house for a year and the cops then found me and moved me from home to home. I was so scared and I couldnt trust males. Docs moved me around so I ran and everytime they found me. I was 15 when I lived with my friends mum for a year then had to leave there too. I was 16 when I met the love of my life, but still lived in the city and I hitched hiked most of my life and didnt think much of it. I had found someone that had a room to rent lived there for around 8 months then had to leave cuz he was drug fu**ed and I was scared so I moved in with my boyfriend.I was nothing but a slave, I was unaware he had anger issues and he hit me, till me hed never do it again, 6 or 7 months later hits me again. I was out cold, about a year later he goes to jail, gets out asked me to marry him, I said yes (because I love him) four weeks later he hits me and splits my face open. I cant look in a mirror with out seeing the scar. Im still here now hoping things will change. He no longer will touch me or show he cares yet if I leave, he tells me hell find me no matter what.. Not a day goes by that Im not scared that I wish I had my mum to talk to or my dad. Id do anything, I do nothing but fail or stuff up. I try to do everything to make everyone else happy yet Im dying inside. Im about to give up theres nothing left and from what Ive gone through nothing gets better. > A
Posted on: Sat, 09 Aug 2014 05:56:50 +0000
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