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My Life story is not bad compared to others.
when i was born my parents were never together and has no interest in each other what so ever. They kind of hated each other. My mom and dad married. i lived with my mom (of course) and i visited my dad every other weekend. My dad hated my step dad.. but when i was in third grade my mom and step dad separated, and up until now i will never understand why he stayed because this is how he broke the news to my mom that he wanted out of the marriage. He left the house for work im assuming, got in the car, sat in the driveway for about five minutes, called my mom.. "hello? did you forget something?" " No" "okay what's going on, why haven't you left yet?" "Daphne, I am so sorry but i just cant do this anymore. I want a divorce." click. end of the conversation. ever since it was hell. So after third grade my mom and i moved in with a friend and by fourth or fifth grade we got a place of our own. We lived in that house up until sometime when i was in sixth grade. Around that time i guess someone my mom trusted ended up stealing almost 10 thousand from us and one day, it was a normal school day for me, i get a note saying my mom was picking me up and not to take the bus, which was odd because my mom never picked me up. So i get into car and she tells me we have been kicked out of our house because she was so behind on rent. i had no words, i laughed because i honestly thought she was joking. but sure enough we pull up into our driveway and all of our stuff was thrown on the streets. And at that point i was balling. i ran to my neighbors house and stayed there till' my dad came and got me. it was the worst day of my life and i felt like i had nothing anymore. i remember it was a Thursday because i didn't go to school the next day, which was a Friday. After everything and things clamed a little, i found out we had to give away my cat and dog. (my i remind you i have had my cat since i was probably in preschool and i got my dog sometime in second grade) You can imagine how i reacted. but we gave my cat and dog to a friend and family. We ended up moving again but i was till' in the same middle school. everything was never the same. i changed. a lot . i got in more trouble, i would sneak out and have people (guys) over when my mom wasn't at home. i would just do whatever i wanted because i didn't care. I started failing more and more classes. My dad got tired of it, so half way in seventh grade he pulled me out and moved me in with him. I now lived in Chicago. I was so upset and mad. i hated my parents for a long time. i didn't talk to my mom for three months. i missed my friends, my life, and just everything. but i got used to living out there and i began a new life, made more friends and made a better life. i was passing all my classes and i was given more freedom. So by high school, i moved back in with my mom. I am now in Aurora and to help my mom save money, my mom moved in with her friend into her friends moms' house. So i am in high school living with my mom, her friend, and that friends mom. It was humiliating. I have to share the basement with my mom. and i sleep on an air mattress. When i started my freshman year i didn't know anyone. not one person. normally if i moved to a different school i knew at least one person. but it wasn't like that here. it was scary kind of. I ended up making friends and even managed to get a boyfriend. He was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Then something bad happened.. We ended up sexting. and later after i broke up with him. we were still close until around October, homecoming, my parents found the pictures. That day i died. I hated myself for what i did. i couldn't look at myself for months. my parents hated me. By December things were clearing up. had some trust issues but it was better. it made my bond with my parents even stronger. I used to remind myself all the time on what i did because i was so ashamed, i thought i should suffer. But i learned to forgive and forget. But i couldn't forget. I missed Kyle, he hated me. 100% hated me. He got a new girlfriend moved on. Later on we became friends till' they broke up. him and i talked more and it made me realize i still wanted him. so we made plans to hang out after school one day. And im sure you know what i mean by "hang out".. afterward he ended up ditching me for another girl and i was upset. he later texted me maybe four hours later saying " i don't want to get back together" , i was crushed. i honestly felt my heart break. But my friends helped me forgive and forget because he wasn't worth it. And he isn't. because if he can manage to make me cry then he is not worth my tears. I still remember all our memories and i sometimes wonder what if ..