honeydippedxo
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I would say I've never had a home. As a baby no one wanted me, I was passed on from one relative to another until age four. Thats when my mom took my sister and me on the run with her and her husband. He was a drug dealer and abusive in every way. we lived in crack houses, trailor parks, motels, cars. never staying any where longer than two months. until he got locked up (finally) for a year (wtf he ruined my entire childhood just for 1 yr. so fcked up). the family split up while he was away and when he got out he hated my guts! we finally had a real place to live, everyone but me. by the time i was 11 being beaten and thrown out on the streets till the cops picked me up and forced my parents to take me back was a normal part of life for me. when i was 16 they kicked me out for good. im lucky to have a roof tonight. i havent been able to get out of this situation and im dragging other people down with me. i hate myself.