My story started since I was 5 yearls old, my father left me when I was 8 months old, my mother was 15 at that time, I cannot remember every detail but i do remember that she take me with her when she got out to hang out with her friends and while I was crying she was getting drunk, sometimes I think well maybe thats just a dream i had and never got the chance to ask her because she will just scream at me and start saying that I don't love her and blah, blah and well I do love her but is not the same I don't really really love her, she wasn't with me when I grew up because my grandma took control over me and my brother when we were kids and she wasn't allowed to see us, that's what the court said I dont really know the reasons why,it is hard to ask my grandma or my mom because they will end up saying a different story and i wouldn't know how to react if my mom told me what happened, when I tell my mom how I felt when I was growing up alone which was kind of sad that i went through so much when I was a little girl, My parents got divorced i didn't even knew they were separated because they were here in the U.S and I was in my native country and i dont remember when I realized and i dont even want to remember it, its just sad that I'm here with them but its even more worst I had a fight with my mom for some stupid reason and we haven't talked with her 3 months, i live with my dad btw my mom lives with her husband and actually I just talked with my mom by text but she dont understand me and is imposible to talk to her thats why I think I will leave it like that and be happy even if im dying inside me :) | |
Best wishes for you!
Nina
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