When I was about four my so called “father” began to beat and abuse my mother and me. so me, my 14 year old brother, and her went to go find refuge at a shelter for battered women and children. To our surprise they wouldn’t let us stay because my brother was of the age, to scare the women in the shelter and they said that he would began beating and raping them. Which was not true, my brother was one of the nicest people you will ever meet, that was before he got hooked on drugs. We tried explaining this to them but they wouldn’t have it. We had to choose the shelter or my brother, so of course we chose my brother. We couldn’t go to our family because they disowned us after my brother admitting he was a homosexual. . We began living on the streets, begging for change, and only eating two to three times a week.(beat) That’s when my mother started taking night jobs, my brother got a half time job between school and drugs he never really had much time or money anymore. after about a year we finally got this crappy apartment, right beside the railroad, but at least it was a roof over my head right? But things never really got better, even today they still get worse, with every passing minute.
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kari u broke my heart. i love you kari! ur my bestest friend ever and i'll always b there for you!
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thats terrible.
I've had my share of an awful past myself, I remember almost nothing though.
what that shelter did sucks. D:
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well this is actually a monolougue i had to write in school most of it is from real life experiences, except my dad didnt beat us it was my step dad, and my brother wasnt gay, i actually had to of them, and instead of a house by the railroad we had a house in drug central with holes in the floor, and walls, and broken sewage in the front yard. but its ok, things got better slowly still are. i dont really worry much about things from the past, their all dead and gone and slowly but surely made me who i am today.
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careful, the past often times forms phantoms to come back and haunt you when you think its over and done, be careful honey.
mm, I see, eh, I lived in some of the ghettos of down town Houston so I can relate.
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awwwww kari u know im here 4 ya!
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this is the saddest things that i have ever read. It pains me to think that I might just go through the same
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