Everybody hurts the same way. We all know this. Some can just handle more than others. I've reached my breaking point a LONG time ago. Right now I'm 15. When I was younger, about 3-7 years old, I got to watch my mom being beaten on by her at-the-time boyfriend. I felt helpless because I couldn't do anything. I'd try to hit him with things and push him off, but I was just too small and would be thrown into walls. He'd kick us out of the house consistently, even in the winter, where we'd (my mom, me, and my sister, which was his daughter) be forced to walk all over the place, just looking for shelter. After my mom finally made enough money, we went to live in a billion other places, but he'd always find us and kidnap my sister. He'd make threats to our family and friends, saying that he'd kill them and many other things. My mom had another daughter with another man, and a few years later, she was with a different man. She's still with this man. I don't like him very much for the fact that he's a drunk and is very short tempered. He decides to get in my face and scream, forcing me to cry. One of my sisters went to live with her dad (the one that beat on my mom) because she hated him as well. This man acts like he owns my life, and thinks that he's my dad. My dad walked out of my life, so I don't think I need any man like this in my life anymore. He kicks us out all the time and says that we're supposably his life, yet he chooses his drunk family over us. When his family comes over, we're forced to give up stuff for them, do stuff they want to do, and I HATE him and his family. I'm sick of all of this. I've had way too many suicidal thoughts, and I'm so close to actually doing it one day. I want to live life and be a singer one day, but it's too hard to keep doing this. There's still so much to this story too, but it's already long enough. Thanks for reading. | |
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