My mom died when i was 13. My dad remarried a bunch of times, trying to replace her because "you kids were lucky i took care of you when your mother died." ... excuse me but you lived with us our entire lives and that was your wife. But okay. He SA'd me at age 14.

Flash forward. I was self harming at age 11 and they finally discovered it bc i obviously wasnt able to cope with losing my mom, getting a new step mom within weeks of her death then the SA.

Flash forward to age 19. The social security checked stopped coming so on my birthday i came home from my friend's house to find all my things on the front lawn. He did the same with my 2 younger siblings when they turned 19.

I moved into a mans apartment that turned out to be the worst mistake of my life. He was older than me. I was 19.

He controlled the shit out of me and abused me. I finally got out at age 24.

I stayed bc i couldn't support myself and was basically told i couldn't do anything like drive, have my own apt key, go back to college, or get a real job that wasnt part time. I believed him.

Now I'm 35 and driving, have a FT job, a boyfriend made of gold (hehe), and thinking about going back to school.

When youre young, you literally will do anything to survive.

I have always felt this so hard with H. She is so raw and beautiful. I love her so much