thanks mom & dad for giving me a f***ed up childhood
Well my parents were always fighting, nothing could keep them happy. I remember one time my dad was super pissed at my mom and he tried to start the house on fire.with ALL of us inside.... Thank God it didnt get on fire. My parents got in a fight over stupid shit and my dad would pack up everything including toliet paper garbage bags, to leave us with nothing... I would get spanked with a metal spoon, 2x4 board, vaccum cord ect(if one kid took a SODA we would get spanked.for it, ate a peice of bread w/o asking)
I remember my dad threw my pretty new pink bike around til i found his bag of weed(which was in his pocket the WHOLE FUCKING TIME) now my dad went to oz fest with his friend & my mom decided to go whore around with her daycare kids father... My dad.eventually found out and he went off on her(we lost our house bc my dad went off on the landlord) we lost everything... Our home our mother(she went to live with douchebag) and we went to live with my grandma.. Well lets just say that she called me a slut for taking a walk in a tank top and shorts O.o
She locked us out of the house for 2 hrs everyday.. To play but who the fuck wants to play outside when its raining??
Ok fastfoward a bit and my parents get back together and we have to move out of my grandmas house bc she disliked my mom so much. I was in 14 schools within months of eachother. Got so bad i didnt want to make friends bc we would be gone in a couple wks anyway.
After my parents got back together everything was fine until my mom went to jail.... My dad would watch my shower(got on the roof to look in the window, look through the vents) then he said my mom said he needs to spank me more often, so he would grab my ass.and give it a tap.. Smh
He would do this often... Til he woke me up for school an hr early one day and told me to jump in bed with him.... Well he.started touching me and i said i had to go potty ran upstairs and slept in my brothers bed... It was HELL for 2wks...
I moved out when i was 16 bc shit got to bad.
Married an abusive fuckhead but stayed so i didnt have to go back home(married at 16)... Got beat often but it was better than going home...
Ok thats all i can do for now... To many memories