here's the thing... i feel like i have to defend my mother some. shes always kept a roof over my head, food on the table, and clothes to wear. however, my education and physical, mental, hygienic needs weren't always met. i flunked a grade because of lice and kept getting kicked out and staying out of school weeks and sometimes a month after the fact i got "caught" with having head lice. I had it real bad and was told to avoid scratching my head at school and letting people near me to notice lice in my head. I didn't start going to the dentist until i was 18 after a tooth crumbled in my mouth and i needed to have a root canal. I mean i have good teeth don't get me wrong but it took a lot of fillings and a root canal to get them that way. as for mental health my mom tried to hide the fact my sexual abuse and rape happened after i told my grandmother what happen when i didn't want to go home with my mom's ex boyfriend that night. i wish they wouldn't of locked his *** up but all my mom did was kick him out and told no one. she told my dad's best friend but not my dad himself. my dad's bestfriend never told my dad because he said it wasn't his place to tell him and according to my dad he once delivered pizza to my moms ex's house after she kicked him out. my mom's ex asked my dad how i was doing... my dad said i was fine and my moms ex smiled and laughed oddly in an unsettling way. my dad didn't know about it until i told him a few years ago...


my dad isn't any better either with the severe neglect when i was over at his house when he did come and picked me up. i did tell my mom about being locked in a bedroom all the time. eventually my dad stopped coming around and i didn't see him 4 years later where he "tried" coming into my life but my stepmom was jealous of me and treated me like **** when i was over at their house. it wasn't until she ended up getting breast cancer she started treated me like a human being... my dad knew how my stepmom was towards me but did nothing and took her side. he continued to stay with her and seeing me less and less. I always got the brunt of her ******** and if my sister did something "wrong" i got my *** busted for it too. if I cried because they didn't let me call my mom or grandmother in order to let me go home I got my *** busted for it. at one point at 8 years old my dad picked me up took me to his place and refused to let me call home.. locked me and my siblings in a bedroom from days on end... lack of food as usual... and didn't let me have contact with my grandmother or my mom... they basically kidnapped me. my grandmother called my dads bff and he told her where my dad lived and eventually picked me up after arriving unexpectinly at the door. i was filthy, natted hair, missing clothes, and the one bedroom apartment that lived me my two brothers my sister and my dad and stepmom smelled of diapers. I came home and that was the end of that part of my life.