It started the moment I was conceived. I was an unwanted pregnancy,because of my father's disbelief in abortion here I am. My father has told me several times I wasn't wanted. I knew early on I was different. I always wanted to play dead, I would find boxes and make a grave for myself. My father always yelled at me telling me to be right in the head. My mother was an alcoholic and drank heavily when my father went to work driving a semi. He was home for a week and gone for a week. My mother always walked away when my dad started yelling at me. I believe I am the reason my mother drank. My mom died of cancer when I was 15. That turned my world upside down. I had no other choice than to be with my father. My sister was married and her husband hated me with a passion. Trying to be close to my sister was a nitemare. My dad remarried 1 year after my mother passed. My stepmother is possibly bipolar or something similar and will act like a friend when she wants something but turn around and bad mouth me immediately afterwards. It has been like this from day 1. I've dated quite a few women in my life. When I was 19 I got a gf pregnant. We were very happy together and we both wanted to be parents. She didn't tell me that she used me to get pregnant because of a dare she had with another gf of hers. She ended up falling deeply in love with me. We were together for 4 years. One day she tells me she doesn't love me the way she should anymore. A few months later we break up. Long story short, I had to sign my parental rights away for my daughter, it was best for her.
A few years later I meet someone else,she gets pregnant we try to stay together even though we hated each other. She messed up and got our daughter taken from the state we spent a year fighting to get her back. She got adopted and I had to sign my rights away again. My father and stepmother still make my life a living hell.