by Anndena
orn December 25, I was the last of four children. I was a chubby, high colored little girl. Some said I was very antisocial; my face was always looking mean. I was molested by my stepdad at the age of nine. Reading and school was my way of hiding my pain and I did very well at it.
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My mom always says not everything that glitters is gold. My high school boyfriend came back in my life. What more? I wasn’t expecting anything from him because I could take
care of myself. He was very charming. Although I let him know that I wasn’t looking for a relationship, he said he wanted to marry me and settle down. I fell for it. All I wanted was someone to love me and make me feel special, and I thought I found it. What I liked about him was that I could talk to him about things. But that was a wrong move because he used it back against me. Over time, I realized he has demanding taste, and all the baggage he came with. I found out later that he had a new born child back where
he was. I was mad when I found out. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I yelled in frustration. Oh, well, I accepted it because I found out I was already pregnant too. I told him. “What? Are you crazy? No, I don’t want another child, no, no.” I watched him drink 3 bottles of vodka without food or anything, and I thought maybe because it’s a celebration of mom out of the nursing home so everyone is drinking, why not. No, it’s a lifestyle. He would drink and get high from 6pm till 4am in the morning, mean drunk. SCARS OF SURVIVAL MAGAZINE
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