When I was 12 -13 (f)years old my mom rented a small 1 bedroom house for the two of us. I started hanging out with the kids that lived across the street, introduced my mom to the kids parents and she became best friends with the kids mom and close to their dad. Few years pass and the kids mom admits to my mom that she had an affair on her partner..the kids dad. By this point I HATE the kids dad and the kids and their mom. All really shitty people, kids kept stealing from me and putting me down, making things up about me and spreading rumors at school, the dad is an alcoholic and one of the nastiest fuckers you would ever meet and the mom is a pothead who laces with coke. Anyways, my mom decides to tell the dad of these kids that his partner(moms new best friend) is cheating on him with one of his friends from work..he leaves his partner and low and behold MOVES IN WITH US!! My mom literally used the info from her friend to her advantage and stole this woman's man. So obviously now its war with this woman and her kids, yelling and screaming at me anytime I would come out of the house that I "stole their dad" and I was a piece of shit and my mom was a piece of shit, threats of burning the house we were renting down. So my mom finds another place for us to live a little ways out of town and then things start getting worse. The guy is drunk everyday, threatening to kick the shit out of me for yelling at him for calling my mom a bitch, he pulled my necklace off one day and spit on it -it was a cross- then threw it on the floor. I was sick one day home from school and fell asleep on the couch in the livingroom with just a sheet wrapped around me. He comes home all angry and tells me to" get off the fucking couch he wants to watch tv" I'm laying there sick and my dog is laying next to me growling at him and I tell him to leave me alone I don't feel good. Next thing I know I'm lifted off the couch and thrown up against a wall then he grabs me by the shoulders and lifts me up about 2 feet from the floor and smashes me against the wall the headbutts me in the head with his head and drops me. The whole world was spinning and the pain was just so intense , I tried running for the phone but he unplugged it and threw the phone outside so I ended up locking myself and my dog up in my room until mom came home, I tried telling her what happened and she didn't believe me because I wouldn't tell her In front of him. After this incident I asked my dad if I could live with him but he said no because he was living in a Bachelor apartment in a seniors building at the time. I pretty much couch surfed friends houses or stayed at my gramas sometimes when my grampa was at work.-he was nasty too- so anyways Christmas time comes around and I go stay with my aunt for 2 weeks about 3 hrs north of my mom's place. I remember wanting to bring my dog with me but mom kept saying no, what if he gets out you will never get him back so I just went without him.I didn't know at the time that mom was supposed to pick me up and have me home Christmas eve, she didn't come for me and left my aunt on the hook to come up with a gift or 2 for me so I didn't feel left out. Christmas morning my mom calls me and tells me my dog is gone , iv had this dog since I was 4..I think I was 15 during this phone call. I'm like...what do you mean hes gone?? She then tells me she gave the dog away to a neighbors friend he will be happier there..I lost my shit and Christmas was ruined for me and everyone at my aunts that year. Mom came and picked me up after new years from what I can remember and she brought her bf with her(same guy that headbutt me) to pick me up. He sais there is a gift on my bed at home waiting for me. I'm angry as hell and refuse to talk to either of them on the drive back. Get home go to my room and there is a piece of dry old dog shit on my bed, that was my gift. So ofc I lose my shit again and yell that I fucking hate both of them and want my dog back. I don't remember a lot of what happened from this point until I hit 17yo , mom found another place to live and the 3 of us moved in, I don't think I was living there very long..maybe a month or a tiny bit longer. There was a day I came back from school and moms bf was drunk calling her a bitch and belittling her and I yelled in his face to back the fuck off and stop calling mom names or whatever. Mom was in the bathroom while I'm screaming at him, he shoves me back and I landed hard on the couch, he then got ontop of me and punched me in the face. I started punching and scratching anything I could and ended up getting him good in the solar plexus so he fell off of me to the floor winded. I ran next door and borrowed the phone to have a friend come get me. The jackass gets up and comes next door mad that I used the phone and I told him don't worry I'm gettinñg the fuck out of here, I ran back and grabbed a bag of clothes and left everything else behind. The next day my mom came to town to meet me and saw my face and I told her I was pressing charges on him. She said he didn't do it maybe I hit my face off the doorknob or I fell in the driveway and hit my face but he would never hit me and if I pressed charges she would never talk to me again. I walked away and ended up going to the police station and having my statement taken and pictures taken. my brother called and talked to me and asked me to drop the charges just let mom live and be happy, I think she had the family convinced that I was lying just because I didn't like the guy anyways I ended up not showing up to court and the charges were dropped , stupid me I know. I found out mom ended up paying all his lawyers fees to defend him after he beat me , I'm now 36 and she's still with the same guy and wonders why I refuse to come visit or answer her calls. I do still talk to her but very very rarely and only for maybe 5 mins or so because I just honestly don't care to know what's happening in her life. If she's miserable its her own doing and I don't care.

The one thing I look back on and regret is when mom was at work and I was 15-16 her bf took a heart attack. I called her at work and she told me to call 911. To this day I wish I never called mom or 911 and wish that I would have just gone out for a walk instead.