I’ve shared a video with you from Glide
I’ve shared a video with you from Glide
Honestly, this is better than a good morning text. It’s 4am and you’re thinking about me.
I’m never not reblogging this because this means so much more than any other post I’ve seen and ugh.
Cutest thing ever
I used to do this with my ex :o
Your blog is now signed by BryanStars and Tyler Carter
Part 2 might come soon. And yes. I have a boyfriend hes amazing.
Thank you ♡
All my life all I could remember was abuse. From when I started walking, and talking. They say you cant remember that young. But you’d surprised. I never remember having a happy childhood. Happy parents, or a happy life. Did we have money? Yes. Did we have a house? Yes. So you’re probably thinking to yourself why am I one to complain, kids get out of abusive homes all the time. Its much worse then you think. My sister and were both born with a genetic disease called cystic fibrosis. This isnt something you catch, or that can be cured with antibiotics. With my sister they realized it at age 3. But that far into it already with mo treatment can be deadly. At 3 she already needed a liver transplant. By the time this was going on I was conceived. The doctors checked if I had it in utero. Well I did… The doctors told my parents theyd be safer if I was aborted because they dont want another “sick kid” or “dying kid”. Needles to say I wasnt aborted. I was pretty healthy for having this disease. Not as sick, not as many hospital visits.. Then it started going down hill. I remember many times my sister going to the hospital. Lots of visits, lots of money, lots of traveling, lots of fighting, lots of being alone. But I wasnt alone. I used to be babysat by my grandmother. I dont remember neither side of my grandparents. They werent in my life long. My father is a very hateful man. I dont like saying that, but youll understand why. We had to move from Nevada to Pennsylvania back in 2000. I was 5 years old at this point, and I remember every grueling detail. They “rented” a house here in a small town called greencastle. Signed us up for school, and it was all well and good for a while. Till the abusing started again. I really remeber those nights I come home from school. Not being able to speak, or sit down, or yet alone cry. Cause .its one hit after the other… me being only a child. I didnt understand. Not to say anything. How to explain the busted lips, or the bruises, or swollen eyes and face. I just remember saying. I was a bad girl, I didnt listen to daddy. You see, daddy always hit hard, but not hard enough to break things, or fracture. Just hard enough to hurt, bruise, swell, and last for a few weeks. One afternoon we were home from school, teacher service day or something. And we had a water softner thing in our basement, and you were able to get to it from driving around back. Well this is when it got worse. Dad was carrying a bag of softner out from the truck and to the basement when his foot went diwn a drain. Twisted, didn’t break it. But it did cause permanent nerve damage on his left side. . He blames it on the landlord. But it was his failt. Not watching where he was walking. At this time he had a job down in dc. Real nice pay as I could remember, mom worked at citi bank, amd I remember us switching cars with shift end and the other started with mom and dad. That job ended quickly with the accident at the house. I could go on and on. We lost the house there, and had to move to another little down, and again being young I didn’t under stamd what might happen if I said something about being hurt. Anout where the bruises came from, and why I was so tired, and so sad. That got to my parents, and my dad being dad found out. And then came more abuse. Both my parents got a job at a school for military children, and they worked late shifts. Left when we got home from school and my sister being 15,16 at the time watched my brother and I. Well one night when my parents called on break asking if we did our home work, and chores, and whats going on. And my sister told them she found a cigarette butt in our bathroom. (Both smoked at the time). I knew from the second they got home something was going to happen. My dad callrd my all 3 of us to their bedroom, and asked each of who smoked. My sister said no, and she left.. my brother said no, and he left. I said no, and my dad closed the bedroom door… got the belt, and started.. it was so bad I couldnt sit for about a week, not only the belt but my eye was swollen shut. And I got the chance ti run out the door, and I ran downstairs. Om dragged me up by my hair. And dad continued. He then msde me eat 3 packs of cigarettes. .. I was sick for weeks straight. ..
Part 2. To come soon.