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they don't know that i come home and literally TEAR apart my bedroom when i'm mad. the posters off my walls, the sheets off my bed, my homework.
I picture Gran. I think of her sitting by the door suitcase in hand, Wondering if we had forgotten about her or just decided not to bother.
My husband told me a very sad and disturbing story about one of their dogs.
When I was 4 my parents divorced. I went through counseling, therapy, anger management classes, anything and everything I've been through. The first time I went back was last year for my brother.
The curtain is pulled back slowly to reveal a face of a small child pressed against a window.
8th grade. Supposed to be the most memorable year of my life so far. And it is. But not for good reasons. It all started when my parents legalized their divorce.
A small child, young, naive, she dreams and she hopes Her parents will protect , but she barely copes As Dad gets drunk and angry, he'll be violent once more He comes home late, drives the car...
Hey, I am busy writing a bit of an autobiography. I provide support for children of foster carers and as my mother fostered for a lot of years I am writing this for some of the young people.
I wake up to the sounds of morning. The birds chirping apples falling from trees and the sun reflecting off the vibrantly colored autom leaves.
I felt a lump in my throat, and I hoped that the tears wouldn't fall over my cheeks. But no tears came.
So I know life is get hard for some or even for most but imagine when your born already into a household where your dad has beaten your mum to a pulp and she ran to hide for a year fearing he would...
Chapter 3. The doctor told us that she died from a heat stroke, which wasn't likely in young children.
Chapter 2. A few years ago, when I was about 9, my parents took the decision to get divorced. Although my mother or father never talked to me about it, I wasn't ok with it.
This horrifying horror story all started when I was 7 years old.
There was a time when Ben would have given a shit, but considering how the bloody mass of organs and skin lay there begging for him to kill it, it just made Ben want to kill him less.
Seriously, no. Was that me. No. Yes. Why. I don't think I could. But... She only shoved me. Slightly. Hardly. Nearly. Kind of. But now she's gone. Her diligent, warm, soft fingers are now frozen. Icy.
Chapter One Alayah was a littlle girl who has a rough childhood. Her parents got divorced when she was three, she lives with her mom. Her mom doesn't give her the time of day.
Short in hight but her spirit stands tall with a loving mind. 4 eyes but she can see through 3 hearts of the blind using 2 eyes only 1 time.
Tell me why I ever let you Push me down so far who you have become that's not who you are I've been pushing and screaming to the edge if my sanity Just to help you understand This is who I am...