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*My mom and other stuff*



This isn't really explaining anything about her, but I thought you should know why I hate her...kind of hate her at least.

I live with two brothers and both are complete idiot's...but I love them. If my mother didn't cheat on my dad I would also be living with three sisters. Actually two, my other sister died after she was born. My two other sister's are twins but I hardly know them. I'm way older than them too. The sad thing is I haven't talked to my mother in 8 years. She cut off total communication with us. I think it's my fault...even though I say I hate her I know I love her.

I remember the last time I was ever at her house. It was a couple day's before my birthday and she had a new boyfriend. His name was Greg and I thought he was nice, but he was nothing but a rude, perverted man. I was only around five and he still found ways to haunt me...I used to be so happy. He called my brother gay one time when my brother was trying to push him away from me. Greg had never made me sooo pissed, I was only five too. I grabbed a baseball and threw it right at his nuts, of course me being five it hardly did anything. The only reason I did that is cause I love my brother's to death and won't let anything happen to them. A week after we were back at my dad's apartments my mother called again. She asked if I wanted to come over and hang with my sister's, my dad was holding the phone at his chest so she wouldn't hear the conversation. When he turned his head and asked that question I said no before he could even finish the sentence. I could tell he was going to ask again and before I could even get the word out Joey, my older brother, ushered him to the back door.

Okay so here's the deal Joey, Nicky and I are all siblings. Joey's the eldest and I'm the middle child meaning Nicky is the youngest. Joey's one year older than me and I'm one year older than Nicky.

So I'm only five and close to crying on the couch, and Joey's six and ready to have an adult conversation and tell the whole story to our dad. Of course my dad just had to give me the damn phone before he leaves with my bro. *roll's eyes*

My exact words to my mother were "I'm sorry Danna I'm dealing with some problems at the moment." I knew she thought, for some random reason, I hated her. I didn't, I hated Greg but I wasn't going to tell her that, and I did not want to go back over there. I was pretty smart for a five year old and knew all kinds of words...let's just say I had a very colorful vocabulary. I didn't want to say it but I did, and the next day her phone number was changed.



When my mom left my dad she took all our money. I think it was cause everybody thought that since she was a women and was taken care of two girls they would need more money. Even with all that money she hasn't once payed child support. I've had to share a room with my brother Nicky. Being a girl with no privacy isn't the best way to grow up. My dad had to work three jobs and we didn't really actually live in our house. He worked a morning, afternoon, and night shift so we all lived in a day care. It felt like I got my parents taken away form me. Every single day I had to go to therapy. That stopped when my dad found out what my theripist was doing to me. I didn't know there were so many perverted people.



We didn't celebrate father's day either, that's only because my father was never there. It was like my parents didn't want us. Not having parents made Nicky, Joey and I fight more and soon we were punching and kicking each other. After a while I learned how to fight them off and won every time giving them black eyes and twisted ankles. We were never like this before my mother left, neck to neck trying to kill each other, we were fighting for attention basically.



One day after our fight I broke down and just ran away. I couldn't handle the constent fighting anymore, I was only seven what else was I excepted to do? Sit there and take it?



After about a week of hiding in a broken down factory I finally went back, but not after watching one of my friends die in the park. He was from Columbia and this gang was beating him to death. I didn't know what to do...it's my fault he died just like everythings my fault.