lets see here where to begin. I consider my childhood as a living hell. when I was 2 my real mother threw me off a 3 story balcony. while we were living in Germany. I ended up breaking both elbows and my left wrist. on the way to the hospital the medics had to revive me. I was forced to ride in a cardboard box on the back of my dad's moped when he took me with him to Alabama from Georgia. I was abused. physically,mentally, and sexually.
I'm not looking for anyones sympathy or pity. I have come to terms with it all.
I was thrown into foster care which wasn't much better. I was still abused physically and left home alone alot. I was finally adopted when I was 11yrs old. I thought my life would get better. but it really didn't I had only one parent that really cared and loved me. and that is my mom.
