All about Me

I was born in Dayton Ohio and when I was a baby my mom and dad split up and she moved to Minnesota. When I was 2 my grandmother tried to get custody of me because my mom is bipolar and an addict. My mom took me to Alabama before anything could happen and I did not see my grandmother agian until I was 8. My sister was born in Alabama and soon after we moved to Georgia with my mom's husband. I grew up on 500 acres and I loved it. We had dogs, cats, horses, chickens, cows and a pig. My step dad and my mom faught all the time and by the time I was 6 I had already driven my mom to the hospital twice. When I was 8 I was molested by my baby sitter and his sister. My stepdad used to have me go out and pick a switch from the tree that I would be whipped with, I quickly learned that the thinner the stick the more it hurt. My brother was born when I was 8 and we moved back to Minnesota when I was 10. For the next 3 years the longest we stayed in one place was 6 months and one year I was in 4 different schools. Finally we settled in Rosemount, MN and we lived there for 2 years. During that time my mom finally divorced my stepdad and so she was a single mom of 3 kids and I was expected to help out A LOT. When I was 14 my mom met another man and she began to stay with him up in the cities (about 30 minutes away) and I stayed with my brother and sister. We would "visit" my mom on the weekends but during the week it was all up to me. I failed the 9th grade because my brother was in kindergarden and he came home at noon and someone had to be there for him. I lived like this for about 10 months before social services fianlly got involved. So when I was 15 we moved in with her new boyfriend and I started in a new high school. At this point I had some major anger issues with my mom but I was also terrified of her. We faught all the time because she just could not understand why I was so angry at her. Mean while she was still not a mother to us and I was still taking care of my brother and sister all the time. She was home during the day but as soon as her boyfriend came home from work they would leave and go to whatever bar and play darts. This was 6 nights a week. Now durng all of this time my mother was verbally and mentally abusive. I had a really low self estem but somehow I managed. When I was 21 I met my husband who is my hero. He taught me how to stand up for myself and made me believe that I was worth better.