Im not quite sure what to put, but Im just gonna type and hope something comes to me,,,,lol.
:The story of my life as a child:
I was born in Maryville Tn and have lived here all my life. I was adopted @ the age of 3 by my aunt and uncle. My mother was still too young to have a child,,, she was too busy chasing men and having her party time to raise me. The only time she would come to see me was when she had been beaten up by one of her boyfriends. She would stay for a day or two, then when whoever she was seeing would say Im sorry she would go running back to them. Every time she would leave, I would be following behind her screaming for her not to leave and crying my eyes out, but she would get in the car anyway and drive away, leaving me broken hearted once again. I even asked my adopted mother once,,,," where does I live ". I dont remember it, but my mother has told me the story on several occasions. I guess the reason I dont remember is because it was very traumatic and my mind blocked it out as I got older. After just a couple times of this happening, my adopted parents told her she couldnt come see ma anymore because all she was doing was tearing me up inside.--------- Thats enough for now
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