Now that I have the chance to talk about my life, I don’t know what to say. My dad was abusive, my mom died when I was 16, almost everyone has betrayed me. I just got out of an abusive relationship, my ex slept with my sister and I still dated him like an idiot.
My dad was never there. My grandmother does everything she can but I love her too much to burden. I just want to be happy but everyone I meet seems not to care what love I have to give.
My dad kicked me out shortly after my mom died, remarried and then stopped talking to me and my siblings. I was homeless so I started selling drugs.
I did a lot of drugs too. I didn’t even realize how unhappy I was.
I went on to pimp a prostitute with a stripper I met at a party, One day, all the money went up her nose and she kicked me out.
I lived in an apartment with a bunch of thieves and drug addicts for a year, and I was in an abusive relationship with said ex boyfriend. He became an alcoholic and was a drug dealer. He took care of me financially but he wanted a lot of my dreams in exchange. I started school for herbal medicine and dropped out, I’m supposed to be going back soon, and now I live in my own apartment thanks to drug money I helped my ex make and my grandmother.
My ex was kicked out once he poured a drink all over me in a restaurant because I’d slept with someone else after we’d broken up. I’d never been treated like that before it was a very eye opening experience.
I tried to move a girl in to help me with rent but she ended up being on heroin and skipped out when rent was due. Bitch. I didn’t beat her up though so be proud of me.
But nonetheless, here I am. A 21 year old blacktina woman with a cat and her own apartment. Working a full time mail job. Go me I guess.