I had an okay childhood. Yanno dolls and crap. I would remember being in my room listening to my parents fight. Turn the tv up loud, drown out the sound. I thought it would get better. Apparently not. I was 6 when I saw my mother being driven away from my house in a cop car. When I was eight I went to live with my guardians.
Middle school was terrible. I was bullied. Now I'm in high school. I see my father sometimes. Not really. I started having visitation with my Mother a year ago. I have a half brother and sister. I love them just like they are full.
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