all my life since the day that I was born has always been hard on me. At the age of 12 i had a curfew at 6 to where I was to be in bed and not make a sound. My father was an ex-military man and he was very stricted, when he left the military he began drinking and becoming very abusive towards me. he always made me feel worthless and treated me like i was extra luggage. my mother is an ex-housewife who puts me down till this day. always tells me that im always wrong and i don’t know what im doing, my parents seemed to not care about my health either, I started having pains in my stomach but my parents kept telling me its all my in my head. at the age of 14 i decided that i would be better off on my own so i left home for good but i kept going to school. when i left i started off on the streets doing small jobs to feed myself i had no place to sleep and only the clothes on my back. I started dating guys that where very abusive to me to the point that I completely stopped caring, one guy beat the crap out of me at SILVER CITY and left me to die. I was taken to the hospital my ambulance and was taken care of. at 15 my dead best friends family took me in and helped me get on my feet. they got me a job doing inventory I had to drop out of school to support myself and i started working my way up in life but I was still dating those crummy guys. at the age of 16 i was living in a run down apartment and barely eating . when i noticed that my body was changing i became more and more ill, i decided i had to go home. when i came back my family tried to reject me. told everyone that i had run away and will never come back. my father at the time was still drinking very heavily and was blaming my leaving on my mom, my mother became sour at me and started hurting me too. after a while they just stopped caring that i was their and after one year of forcing myself back into my family they started treating my the same as before i left. Although I had come back for safety the real reason was that those stomach pains just got worse and worse till the day I walked myself to the hospital and checked myself in. after two weeks of no food, no water, lots of tests and no sleep they finally found out what was wrong with me. My uterus had two extra layers of skin and could not break on its own. I had to have surgery. After the surgery the doctors came and asked me why I did not come see them sooner, I had to lye to protect myself and my family. Then the doctors told me that because I waited for 4 years there was some serious damage to my ovaries to the point of me not being able to have kids. I found out that because of my uterus had those 2 extra lairís systís where created and all that blood in my body spread through out my organs damaging everything. When I came home I was angry I stopped being scared of my family and started hating them with all my heart. I stopped trying to protect myself and started defending myself, after a while I gained respect. One day my dad came home and I was making myself something to eat when he came over and picked up a pot next to me, when I didnít see it come back down on the counter I reached for a knife beside me and turned around. My dad tried to hit me in the back of my head with the pot. I just had enough time to put the knife up against his throat and say wanna try me. After that day my life kind of got easier, went back to school to try and finish, my dad kind of laid off the liquor a bit and tried to be nice to me, my mom was the same as always annoying and putting me down but I was used to it. At the age of 18 I never got to graduate with my friends I watched them leave the school and me behind. After a few months I decided it would be better for me to work again. So for the second time around I dropped out. Started working in the inventory job again for 1year and 7 months. While working I was legal age to start drinking so I was going to parties and having fun.
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