Who has the worse life story?

Question

Here's my life story, I want to hear some of ya'lls.

It all started when I was about 5 or so, my parents began selling drugs and our neighbors reported them and we werer kicked out of our house. From there we moved to NJ where my parents went nuts and split and my mom took my sister and I and put us on a train and ran to NC and told daddy he wasnt' allowed to come with us. After that we moved from town to town school to school trying to settle, when we finally did she met our neighbor-John, he was bad, He got her heavily into the drugs and conned my mom into keeping my sis and I from our dady-we werent allowed to see him anymore (I was 8), John started drinking and stole my moms money causing us to move again (schools too) and mom for some reason decided to let him live with us. Things got worse, SS tried to take us away, John tried to kill mom-if it werent for sis and I she'd be dead-we caught him trying to strangle her over the kit sink. And there is more-much more.out of letter

Okay, heres more. When I was 10, Mom and john gave birth to my brother Wesley. From there, my sis and i weere kicked out of the picture. We did the chores and all of them I mean, we had to go by the rule children were to be seem and not heard. John cursed and yelled at us calling us names. My mom refused to by food and wouldnt pay the power bill so we really had to suffer. My teachers ended up buying my sister and Is clothes because she wouldnt buy any. We've lived in cars, motels, the salvation army, 4 states, many towns in each, Ive been to 17 different schools.

I wasnt allowed to see daddy from the age of 8 to when I turned 18-I met him on my 18th bday. We werent allowed to see nanny, aunt lisa or cousin matt untill mawmaw died when I was 14.

What about ya'll, any one else have a crappy one to tell about.

For those that think Im dwelling, Im not, I simply ask this question to make people think about what they have gone through and to look at where they are now. And trust me thats not even everything, I have much more to share but Im not going to. My life has made me work hard, thrive to succeed and not become what I was raised with, I graduated HS with straight As, national honor roll, all american scholar, goverments award, presidential club, president of the art clud, senior advisory board, Future Teachers Association, and started college making a 3.8 GPA. Now, I am engaged with a beautiful daughter and am starting a wonderful life. I just wont to prove to some of those people that seem to think "Oh I grea up in the ghetto hungry and treated like crap, thats why I cant read and thats why I kill and have sex at 10 (i was virgin till 19). Your past growing up really has nothing to do with the future except for it teaches you to work hard.

Answer 1

If you want to hear it I will tell you! Sometimes it feels good to know thart your not the only one that has had it hard.

My mom had me at 15 and my dad was 21. My moms mom had my dad arrested and moved me and my mom to texas. My grandma died when I was 4 months old and my mom returned home. My mom had my brother at 16 another brother at 18 and my sister at 20. My mom and dad was into drugs really bad. I rememeber seeing needles and mirrors all over the house. My parents would lock us out. My dads mom lived next door and I remember to often going next door to get warm or eat. When I was in high school I was in honor classes and my mom always made me feel like I wasnt good enough. I got a job at 15 and my parents moved and only built a 3 bedroom house. My mom said she thought me and my bf at the time would want to live in the old house. It was a dump. I lived there by myself. My sister died when she was 5 months old and finally my parents decided it was time to actually marry each other.When I was 15 my mom accused my dad of hitting her and she left him and my brothers were to young to choose who they wanted to live with so they went with her and I had to go into a courtroom with mom and her lawyer on one side and my dad on the other and the judge asked me who I wanted to live with I chose my dad and when we got to my grandmas house I remember him saying I might as well kill myself cause I have nothing. It hurt me bad cause he had me. When I was 14 I was raped by a family friend and my mom didnt believe me and I tried to kill myself. At 16 I moved in with my grandpa my moms dad he had a really big house and lived alone so I helped him clean and cook. I never really knew him growing up and he was in church and I started going and was finally happy. We'll one morning he came in my room and crawled in my bed. I shoved him in the floor. He got mad adn he left for work and I packed my stuff. I had nightmares and has alot of emotional trouble and I started drinking. But as I got more and more involved in church I quit and I met a guy and we dated for a year and he proposed I thought i was finally going to be happy. There was so much drama with the church and what happened with my grandpa. He said he couldnt deal with it. I met my husband when I was 18. His mom ran over my dog and I walked to his sisters house she lived next door and he was there. She introduced us and later that night he asked me out and we dated for a 1 1/2 and got engaged. Got married and I now have a 2 month old daughter. My parents are no longer on drugs and they even adopted a baby when I was 18. They were young and immature when they started there family and they are wonderful parents to my 4 year old sister and evn better grandparents. I quit school adt 16 and went back and graduated. I am now taking classes for my LPN liscence and my mom and I are closer than ever. I will never forget what has happened to me but I have now learned not to dwell up the past. I have a new life with my husband and daughter. What has happened to me has made me a stronger person and has pushed me to go for the things that I want. My daughter will never feel the pain that I felt cause I will tell her everyday how proud I am and that I love her. Thats my story of course theres things I missed but thats the basics.

Answer 2

I'm so sorry you've had such a bad start. I didn't come from the best of circumstances. Unlike you I never had to worry about things like a place to live. In some ways I lived a pretty stable life. In other ways my life was not a perfect as it appeared.

But it isn't as important where you come from as where you're going. No matter what happens in your life you have to dream. You need to set goals for yourself now. It's easy to get into survival mode and just live day to day. But I learned dreams keep you alive.

When you have a quiet moment imagine where you want to be when you're 25. Make it an obsession. Make your dream your mission. Read about it. Study it. Put pictures up in your room. Take classes to prepare yourself to achieve your dream. Meet people who do what you want to do. Most important, never let anyone talk you out of your dream. That's what I'd wished someone had told me when I was drowning in my own family mess.

Live to dream. Dream to live.

Answer 3

Lets see......

My dad was an abusive alcoholic and my mom would run away every six months or so only to return......Dad cheated on mom most of their married life....He denies it.....mom finally divorced dad when I was 18.....I was 20 when they decided to date.....dad got drunk and beats the crap out of me......I have him arrested and I take him to court and I told him that no man will ever hit me.....So far I have kept my word.

My husband died four years ago.....left me to raise two boys....all of my friends left.

I have come a long way and I can look back and see where I have been, where I am at and I can smile.....Knowing that I now have the life that I dreamed of. I am blessed......I am not a victim....I am an over comer.

Answer 4

when i was born, my mother gave me to my gramma... my mom was an alcoholic, and she just could not do anything for me... my dad was a long haul trucker and he paid my gramma to watch me... my mom would come every so often to steal what little we had to eat, or fight with my gramma and take me away for a few months... months with my mother was hell...i didnt eat, she would leave me there alone when i was 4 and 5...my gramma finally took me again, (with a court order), at 5... my mother had my sister, and dropped her off... my mother TRIED to do good, but she just couldnt... she would take me and my sister every few months... it was horror... i would go to the bar to get her, many diff guys, it was just not good...
finally at 12, my gramma had to care for my grandpa- he had a stroke... my mother tried her best, but by this time, i was raising me- and my sister...my gramma died when i was 13...i worked 2 jobs from 15 years old and finished school while raising my sister in a run down trailer, while my mother took all the money and drank it...
top that!

Answer 5

there will always be a storie to that you top yours so feel blessed that you have made it thru this trial and can go on with life.