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Originally Posted by katydid777
The next place i remember was a much larger place, but i still had to share a room, and bed with my two younger sisters. The sister that was just 1&1/2 year younger than me, wet the bed, but she never got in trouble for it, it some how was always my fault. My Mom wasn't around much, she was in, and out of mental wards bc she was always trying to kill herself,Both my parents were alcoholics, and cheated on each other a lot, The result of the cheating was my 2nd oldest is a brother, ant the last living child is a girl. They were my Mom's favorites, and it was obvious.
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After the last living child my Mom had another girl, but she was still born. My Mom never got over her. During our life in this house i was molested by my parents friend, and my Dad's brother. I also was molested by one of my brothers, and a cousin. The cousin, somehow i believed would rescue me from all, but it never happend. At that time i was only 6,7,and 8.We were so poor at that time, that when my Mom wasn't in a hospital, she would have us go dumpster diving. One of us smaller kids would be put into one of those drop off boxes, and hand everything we could to someone on the outside. The next day we would have some what new cloths for school,