Chapter 1. Please no negative comments.
It November 2, 1989 my mom had me at 3:08pm. I weighed 8lbs and was 21in long. Yay happy birthday to me.
In 1995 my mom married my stepdad I thought the world of him. He was the only dad I knew. My brother and sister were not to happy about it but they both knew our bio dad. My brother is 4 years older then me and my sister is 2 years older then me. I am the baby.
In 1999 my mom and stepdad got divorced. I was diagnosed with ADHD I was 9 years old. I have always felt like I never got enough attention so I would make things up just to have someone listen to me.
After my mom's divorce I spent a lot of time at my grandparents house. I had always felt safe there.my brother used me as a punching bag and my sister was just plain hateful. My mom sent me there so I was safe but never wanted to grow up passed 6 or so. I could only watch pg moves and kid friendly tv shows.
I don't remember what year it was but I think it was around 1995 I met a boy who would change my life for ever. He would always come over and play house with me. He was my best friend but unfortunately he passed away at the age of 18 years old.
I also had a girl I had been friends with since we were 6 years old but that ended when we hit jr high school. I remember she would make me go home or hide when her other friends would come over. I think she just pittied mead was trying to be nice to me. Shehasnot talked to me in 20 years or so.
In 2007 on September 22. I fell off a car and got a TBI and frontal lobe contusion. Basically I cracked the base of my skull and bruised the front of my brain. I was in a comafor 2 1\2 weeks part of that was from my sodium. Then I had to go to a mental hospital for 2 weeks. Al the friends I had at school left me except a few.
Some time in Jr high I think I met this girl that is still my best friend. We still talk often.
2008 I got married for the first time.
In 2009 my mom passed away I was by her side while she died. She had health issues that no one knew until it was to late. I was 19 years old
2010 I got divorced the day before I turned 21.
2010 remember the girl from Jr high that is still my best friend. I fell in love with her brother. It started as a fake boyfriend to get this other guy to leave me alone then turned real in one kiss. He made me feel things I had never felt before. I got sent to Florida to live with my bio dad. Lover boy broke my heart although I don't blame him. My family was trying to get rid of me. I ast 4 months there before returning to Kansas.
2011 I was raped by my sister's neighbor. I ran to my ex husband because he was the only one that answered the phone. My boyfriend at the time was to busy and I thought I was in love with him but it was different than lover boy.
2012 I got back with lover boy. Got pregnant with my son. In September of that year I was in a wreck and lover boy went to prison for 10 years.
2013 I have my son and 7 months later he passed away from health issues. Never even left the hospital.
2017 my grandma passed away.
2018 I got married for the 2nd time. It lasted 4 years and was All lies. He was always in love with someone else. I was not the one but he said the right thing to get me to stay around. Now I am left with questions. He is still with the chick that had to sleep in our bed they have 2 kids.
2022 my boyfriend and I moved to Oregon. We are homeless.
2023 we are hoping to get in a place but we need IDs and such. Mine still says my married name instead of my maiden name. And his was stolen in Kansas before we left.
I have been through hell I have mental health problems and health issues. I want a place to call home.
I had tried to live at grandpa's but my family put a stop to it. The don't want me around grandpa.
Starting in the 7th grade I was being molested by my mom's neighbor but nobody believed me. Well one person did he was my childhood friend. I had to talk to adults other then my mom and grandparents about it and they knew my past and gave me the talk on lying.
My aunt on my moms side does not believe anything I say and when I tell her it is how I was taught as a kid she makes it sound like I was talking Ill on my dead mom and grandma.
Nothing I do is good enough. My family always has negative things to say about me. I just needed to get that out. I have PTSD and anxiety and the last few days have been really hard on me for some reason. Thank you for reading.
