Who should be allowed to have a baby? In my opinion there should be a screaning. Anger managment should be a requirement. I have my reasons. Sanity should also be checked out. . . .

My step father came into my life when I was 18 months (because he agreed to marry my mom). That is when my life went to hell.

I was left at home alone from that point on everyday for hours. There was no food in the house. I was walking around alone for hours getting into things that I shouldn't have. I loved toothpaste for a while because it tasted good. But once I ate it all it never got replaced. I couldn't quite open the fridge yet, but I climbed the chairs to get into the cupboards. All that did was cause bruises from falling. It sucked.

One day my mom accidently left the bedroom door opened. I looked at it with wide eyes.

Used needles were scattered everywhere on the floor. I didn't know to be scared, so I walked forward. OUCH. Those hurt, but there was white stuff on the dresser.

"Was it something I could eat? Was it yummy?"

I made it. My feet, knees, and hands hurt. I reached up and tried to grab the white stuff. It just fell to the floor, and I couldn't pick it up. I continued to reach around, maybe I could get some.

I got something! It was a bag full of green stuff. I looked at the door. I wanted to run and hide, but the sharp needles were still on the floor.

I wedged myself between the bed and dresser, and opened the bag. I stuck my hand in and shoved it into my mouth. It didn't taste bad, so I kept eating it. I was very hungry.

I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I remember was being screamed at. Mom was very angry. She started smacking me. (I usually hid when she came home so she wouldn't hurt me.) Then she picked me up by my hair and threw me through the door. I got up and ran as fast as I could, but I wasn't fast enough. Mom kicked me and I flew for a minute while I was screaming. The wall stopped me, and then mom was gone.

The neighbor must have heard something. She came over and ran in. She picked me up and wrapped her arms around me. I didn't know what she was doing, but it didn't hurt. So I snuggled into her. She took me out of that place. I went to live with someone called Aunt Kathy.

I only stayed with Aunt Kathy for a little while. My mom took me back. I was scared. I hid a lot. But I never went in her room again.

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