I was a meth addict for ten years. I lost my first marriage due to the drugs. I said I would never get back in another relationship like that but I jumped right into another relationship with a man. It was even worse than my ...
My brothers and I were separated. When we came back together in our parents home it wasn’t any better. There was still a lot of abuse going on, so I moved back out the spring semester my senior year.
I was sixteen when I got pregnant, at the end of my ninth grade year. I met Cory who ended up being my daughter’s father. I quit hanging out with all my friends on the cheer leading team, and started hanging out with his frie...
All of my life my family has been drug addicts, prostitutes, and different things. I didn't grow up in a very good household.
I asked her if someone tried to talk her into getting an abortion.
“You’re going to end up like your father, a bum on the street, a loser, an alcoholic.” As a kid, growing up hearing those things hurt me. I thought, “Man, after everything I do for you, this is how you love me.”
When a child grows up thinking abuse is what love from a parent looks like, you don’t know it’s so horrifically wrong until someone else tells you.
When my mother was pregnant with me she decided she didn’t want to have me
"My dad, my mom, me, and my baby sister would all sleep on a mattress in the truck bed."
I completely gave in to the depression and I gave into the addiction. I became homeless. I lost custody of my sons. It was then that I cried out to the Lord.