If It Wasn't For Him

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Summary

I met him my sophomore year of high school through a close friend. I felt so lonely every day, once I got home every day he called me so I wouldn't be. If someone asked me, what would you do if you never met him? I couldn't answer because I don't think I would even be here. Growing up I never really got to be a kid, I had to learn at a young age how to take care of a baby. My mom and my younger sister when I was five, then my younger brother when I was ten, and my youngest brother when I was twelve. After she had my youngest brother, she would leave me with my younger siblings so she could go out with her friends and get drunk. Even to this day she still expects me to look after them if she wants to go hang out with them or just doesn't want to deal with them. It's not fair to me or them, I hope one day she will realize that before I hit the age of eighteen.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
1
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
13+

Chapter 1

Have you ever wondered, that if you could change the life you were born in that things might be different? Well, I did for many years but someone changed that for me. I am glad I met him when I did even if we were friends way before anything ever happened.


From the time my mom had another baby I had to grow up way before any five-year-old should ever have to. My mom thought if she wanted to be happy, she needed a man in her life. Every time she thought she was in love, she would leave me and my three-year-old brother at different family member's houses. Sometimes we would go weeks without hearing from her.


When she was around, I always tried to make her proud of me. But everything I did always felt like nothing was never enough. I will admit that I never had the best grades in school, but they were passing.


After she got married a lot of stuff happened mentally and physically to me and my brother. It had gotten so bad that FCS had gotten involved and she had gotten her kids taken away temporarily.


When we had to go to court, none of the kids were allowed in the room. I was told that she lied to the Judge, about what her husband did to all of us. But that wasn't the only thing she lied about, she lied to the court saying she didn't mentally and physically abuse me.


People ask me why I didn't tell one of my teachers about what was happening at home. What they don't understand is that I did, but they did nothing and went along with what she said.


Some of my friends only had one parent around, and would always tell me that I was lucky that I had both around. What they don't understand is that I had neither, my mom didn't even know where I was half of the time and my dad cared more about drugs and drinking.


Ever since everything that has happened my mom still blames me, as I caused everything she did or more as I should say didn't do. I will always love my mother, but my aunt was more of a mom to me than her. Sometimes I do feel bad for even thinking that because I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings.