I’ve been through some shit in my life, I was born with a single mother and a child molester as a father. I have a family but they never seem to be around. My brother took care of care me up until the age of 11. My dad still molested me until that age. I’m 22 now but I blame a lot of my failures in life because of the things that occurred between my father and I. How was I too weak to tell anyone…my mother…the cops..my older brother. I struggle between blaming myself and reminding myself that I was young and did not know better. Thoughts of being left alone with my molesting father flooded my mind when I was young because I thought if I told my mom the news it would be too much for her heart to handle that it would cause a heart attack. So I felt shitty most of my childhood to my early teenage years because I didn’t have a father who loved me nor provided for me & to top it off I lived with a mother who could barely afford a one-bedroom to provide for us. Granted I never starved, we didn’t always eat the most glamorous meals & honestly that also pissed me off back in those days because after all the hours my mother worked we were still living paycheck to paycheck. I found it very hard to be grateful for the life God had given me. My mother is sweet and loving but she is also very naive, I love her very much but I also blamed her for my suffering. The only thing I was ever grateful for was having a roof over my head because let’s be honest beds are comfy & having is definitely a luxury. I also had great friends who were a very nice distraction because for once my life was about fun, laughing, watching movies & doing cool things like going to the water park or getting to go to Disney and Universal Studios for the first time in my life. Yet this didn’t fix the things going on at home, my father didn’t live with us so this wasn’t the problem anymore. Just fast forward to my…to be continued