childhood memories

ashleymello

The way I grew up would make you throw up. Ive been neglected misused and abused, my father seem to have been amused. I believe my step brother had it the worst, its like we were all cursed. He doped him up all day and made him do as he would say. He would tell his mom he was innocent but none of this was heavenly sent. Evil was taking over until cps came over. Tj got tooken away went to a new family but that past haunted him daily. He ended up going to prison just like my sister. This trauma from chilhood didnt miss this mister. Just goes to show memories never stop their flow. I hope one day he can forgive, however today I pray he can let go.

  • Author: ashleymello (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 23rd, 2017 11:41
  • Category: Unclassified
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