Ummm well some details I don't think I should share but here's some of it. When I was 2 my Mom, 2 brothers, and I, left my Dad because he was an alcoholic. When we moved my Mom didn't have a lot of money but She tried the best she could, went to work everyday, but we still struggled with food and rent. My Mom started doing Crack Cocaine and once she started she never really felt like a mom to me anymore. She wasnt there for me when I needed her to be, she was never there for any of my soccer games, never there for my performances and it really made me feel horrible because I saw everyone else family's there. For Christmas my brothers and I never got anything and we used to have to go to the food bank. My mom never drove. Everything was a struggle. I had to basically raise myself. Get to school, friends, make food, get to my soccer games, take care of my brother, all by myself from the age of 9. My older brother felt like he had to be in charge all the time and everytime i wouldnt do something for him he would hit me until i did it. He would beat me up almost everyday and then my little brother began to take after him and they would gang up on me. My mom would bring home guys often and Things would always get stolen when they left. sometimes They were so high on crack that they would carry around knives because they thought someone was going to break into our house. My moms boyfriends would try to touch me and make me do things, even my own uncle. This continued for over 8 years, until my mom thought she was going to lose us, so she wanted to go to a recovery house. so far shes been clean for 6 years! Im am so proud of her and I love her soo much. I dont hold anything against her because I know that getting clean was for us, and without us she probably would have died. we decided to move to edmonton. My dad lived here and i was so excited to see him. He gave us his keys to his apartment and he would be home in a week to see us. I remember, when he buzzed the apartment door. I look out the window and saw him, and i ran as fast I could, all the way down 4 flights of stars and i ran out the door and gave him the biggest hug I could. I was crying so much, but it was the happiest moment of my life. but later When I moved in with him, he would get really drunk and start fights with me, and he would end up hitting me or bruising and this went on for a long time. He would tell me that i was a mistake, that i should just go work the corner, or that im useless, It emotionally scarred me. It went on for a long time until i decided to move out back with my mom. Now today, I'm living with my mom, and we still dont have a lot of money. After all the years of physical and emotional abuse... no one that i've met could tell what ive been through. Because i take these experiences and I learn from them. I stayed strong and i knew god had my back. I'm just grateful that I can make it by day to day. & i dont want or need anyone to feel sorry for me... It is what it is
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