So my life In one simple story. Where do I begin, from growing up I was in care, a little due to my mum suffering from mental health issues and generally being unwell. She tried her best and was a great mum but it just got the better of her, so at 13 I went into care for good, she voluntarily gave me up knowing she was going to have an episode of her bipolar. I went thorough 3 different placements the third being my longest lasting 2 years. I grew up very fast and I had to learn all my life skills over again. I met this guy at school and I thought he was the love of my life as you do at 15. We got talking became boyfriend and girlfriend and became close. I wasn’t ready for a sexual relationship, more like an emotional distraction from my problems with mum. However he forced me into sex and other things too, it ended badly to be honest. I had a miscarriage at 15 because of stress but I never told anyone what had been going on or the fact I was even pregnant. I carried know life, then met my now husband who was a rock. He understood me, accepted my past and still seemed interested. Eventually I found out I was pregnant not long after being together and I felt joy we were really happy however. I felt my life had been rushed and that I hadn’t had the time to do things like the teenage life before I became a mum. We have never had a good relationship it’s been very up and down but I’ve stuck at it we got married a year and a half ago and had another baby near 9 months again. So life is moving forward but I somehow feel I’m not moving with it. There’s so many things I want to achieve, selfish I know but being 20, I want happiness love, fun and someone he really loves me.