AyVannah
July 21st, 2013, 08:40 PM
Uhm... To be honest, I am not really sure where to begin...
When I was six(or a little before I turned six), my "sister" (who I found later was not my real sister) had a boyfriend. Her boyfriend was staying with us (my "family" and I) in our apartment... Sometimes my "sister" wasn't around, my "father" was "working late", and my "mother" was drunk or out with her so-called friends. Leaving me and him alone... He would watch porn... Then he would have me watch him masturbate to it... Later we got to the point of him having me take it out... Then finally stroke... I can't remember most of my childhood... From about 6.5-11, I can't really remember a lot about my life... Most of that time was when he was around... She broke up with him when I was around 10-ish..
That's the first thing.
The next:
My "parents" were actually my foster parents. I never actually knew that until I was 13 or 14. Anyways. They never cared much for me. They paid more attention to my older sibling than myself. She was their princess. I was a burden on them. Everything I did was wrong, no matter what I did. Everything was always my fault, when they acknowledged my existence. My parents cared more about money and appearance. Well, the mother did. The father cared more about a whore. Anyways. Point is, I was never shown love. And when I did something not how the mother wanted me to do it, I'd get smacked. Therefore making me act out more. I ended up homeless for a year. Thank god for my friends and their understanding families! I was actually on the streets for probly a total of a few days all together. Anyways, yeah...
On to the next matter!!:
Since I moved to live with my real grandparents (Ma and Pops), I've had relationship issues... I was the new kid at school around the middle of sophomore year. I made a few really good friends. One of my other friends introduced me to a HUGELY popular guy named Troy. I guess her idea was to get me popular..? I unno... Anyways.. At first it was great! We got along just wonderfully :) everything was great. He asked me out. And I said yes. And we dated. It went great for about a few months or so. Then... He started wanting to go farther than making out. And I really didn't want to. At first he said it was okay. A week went by and he tried again. I said no and he said fine but looked VERY upset... Pissed... Not long after he took me to a place where him and his friends hung out. They were smoking pot and drinking and stuff. He decided to show me off... Kissing me VERY passionately... Groping... I was embarrassed... And upset with him. He kept trying for sex, now, about every other day or so. I kept refusing. And he got pissed. I look back at it and think "why didn't you just leave then...?" I should have. I really, REALLY should have. He started to get mean, verbally at first. Calling me a bitch, cunt, etc... Telling me how ugly I was.. How useless I was... How I couldn't do anything right... Then one day, he hit me... And it REALLY hurt... He's 6'3 and over 160lbs. It HURT! It was over something stupid, too... Sure, it left a mark... But nothing makeup couldn't hide... I thought it was my fault, anyways. I should have just done what he wanted and I wouldn't have gotten hit. It got worse... I had to start making up stupid excuses like I was hit by a door at school or someone accidentally ran into me from behind and I fell face first. Then... Well... Then he kicked me one day while I was down.. Got my chest... Came to found out I had a cracked and a broken rib. I made an excuse that I fell off my friends horse.. That was a lame excuse... I know... But hey, it worked for the most part... He did that cause I tried to leave him. This was the middle of summer towards my junior year. He had just graduated. And he was leaving state for another college. That's the only reason why I'm free of him now.
There was another thing but I feel like I've given people enough to read, sorry >.<
When I was six(or a little before I turned six), my "sister" (who I found later was not my real sister) had a boyfriend. Her boyfriend was staying with us (my "family" and I) in our apartment... Sometimes my "sister" wasn't around, my "father" was "working late", and my "mother" was drunk or out with her so-called friends. Leaving me and him alone... He would watch porn... Then he would have me watch him masturbate to it... Later we got to the point of him having me take it out... Then finally stroke... I can't remember most of my childhood... From about 6.5-11, I can't really remember a lot about my life... Most of that time was when he was around... She broke up with him when I was around 10-ish..
That's the first thing.
The next:
My "parents" were actually my foster parents. I never actually knew that until I was 13 or 14. Anyways. They never cared much for me. They paid more attention to my older sibling than myself. She was their princess. I was a burden on them. Everything I did was wrong, no matter what I did. Everything was always my fault, when they acknowledged my existence. My parents cared more about money and appearance. Well, the mother did. The father cared more about a whore. Anyways. Point is, I was never shown love. And when I did something not how the mother wanted me to do it, I'd get smacked. Therefore making me act out more. I ended up homeless for a year. Thank god for my friends and their understanding families! I was actually on the streets for probly a total of a few days all together. Anyways, yeah...
On to the next matter!!:
Since I moved to live with my real grandparents (Ma and Pops), I've had relationship issues... I was the new kid at school around the middle of sophomore year. I made a few really good friends. One of my other friends introduced me to a HUGELY popular guy named Troy. I guess her idea was to get me popular..? I unno... Anyways.. At first it was great! We got along just wonderfully :) everything was great. He asked me out. And I said yes. And we dated. It went great for about a few months or so. Then... He started wanting to go farther than making out. And I really didn't want to. At first he said it was okay. A week went by and he tried again. I said no and he said fine but looked VERY upset... Pissed... Not long after he took me to a place where him and his friends hung out. They were smoking pot and drinking and stuff. He decided to show me off... Kissing me VERY passionately... Groping... I was embarrassed... And upset with him. He kept trying for sex, now, about every other day or so. I kept refusing. And he got pissed. I look back at it and think "why didn't you just leave then...?" I should have. I really, REALLY should have. He started to get mean, verbally at first. Calling me a bitch, cunt, etc... Telling me how ugly I was.. How useless I was... How I couldn't do anything right... Then one day, he hit me... And it REALLY hurt... He's 6'3 and over 160lbs. It HURT! It was over something stupid, too... Sure, it left a mark... But nothing makeup couldn't hide... I thought it was my fault, anyways. I should have just done what he wanted and I wouldn't have gotten hit. It got worse... I had to start making up stupid excuses like I was hit by a door at school or someone accidentally ran into me from behind and I fell face first. Then... Well... Then he kicked me one day while I was down.. Got my chest... Came to found out I had a cracked and a broken rib. I made an excuse that I fell off my friends horse.. That was a lame excuse... I know... But hey, it worked for the most part... He did that cause I tried to leave him. This was the middle of summer towards my junior year. He had just graduated. And he was leaving state for another college. That's the only reason why I'm free of him now.
There was another thing but I feel like I've given people enough to read, sorry >.<