I really don't have much of a story to tell but I want to get this off my chest.

Growing up wasn't easy, my parents fought all the time, even when I was in the room, my dad drank all the time but he never hit me but he was always out all night at the bar, my mother was cold, she never was with us, she just hanged in her room smoking her weed, when my dad wasn't around, my mother took her anger out on me and my brother, she yelled and call us "retarded", and "Bastards", she'd wake up in the morning and go in our rooms while we were sleeping and destroy our things (I was 4-8 years old when she was doing this), when I was 7, she lied and said a friend of mine was down stairs, as I was walking down stairs, she pushed me and I fell all the way to the concrete floor, she acted like it was a "mistake", but I don't know if I can believe her.
She came home with a guy almost ever time she went out, but I didn't have a problem with I, the men she went out with kept the anger she bottled till we were alone.

My dad left when I was 8, and didn't come back till I was 10.
He was the only parent that showed me what a father is suppose to be and my mother hated my dad for it.

The last guy she went out with is a Drug Abuser, he emotionally abuses her and I felt bad for her till she married him and decided to move with him, that was a year ago, I'm 16 now.
She was trying to make me move with them but I hated being with them, so now I'm living with my dad, but since then, she tries to talk to me but now that I can stand for myself, she tell her to "go to hell" if she tries to talk to me, but my older sister hates and acts like I'm not her brother for hating my mom, I cut ties with her and now my life is going the way I wanted it to, after going through Depression, and suicide attempts.
My dad helped me and now.
It only get better I hope

Sorry for it being so long, but if you did read it, thank you.