Hello, My name is Christina, I am 16 years old, and this is my story... When i was a toddler i was happy, truly happy all the time! I used to laugh and play with mommy all day, but when i turned four, my parents got a divorce. Well, i was very young so when my mother picked me up and left with me, i thought i would never get to see my dad again, i did not understand that he was still my dad and i could see him whenever i wanted. I was never very close to my dad, i wanted so bad to be daddy's princess, just like Sarah and Jennifer (my step sisters). My dad did not know how to relate to me, things in my family were very complicated. Well when i was 6 my dad remarried a woman named Kate who i blamed for everything, and i shouldn't have done that. She was just there. I wont make any excuses, i blamed her because i wanted to and i know that it was wrong. I blamed my dad not paying attention to me on Kate, and that wasn't her fault at all. He did not pay attention to me even before she came along but i can honestly say i am thankful that she did, because i love her very much. My mother got remarried when i was 10 to a man named Don. He helped a lot and was very much like a father figure to me. My mom had to work a lot so he helped out with me. He got me up and ready in the mornings and took me to school, He got me home from school and helped me with homework. He made me dinner every night and made sure i was in bed by 9:30. He did everything a father figure should do. He watched movies with me and spent time with me. I always thought my dad did not want to see me. When i was around the age of 10 my dad was supposed to pick me up once a week and on weekends and when he did not show up i thought he did not want anything to do with me, but i guess he wasn't allowed. I was supposed to go with them to West Virginia one weekend to visit family but i was told they didn't want me there. I guess that was never true but as a child, you believe whatever your parents tell you. When i was 12 years old my mom and i moved. I didn't like my new school and my mom had to work from 2 to 10 at night and i was at school until 3 everyday and my bed time was 9:30. I never got to see her. I later that year moved in with my aunt for the last 6 weeks of school. My mom finally let me move to my dads when i was almost 13 and She died not even a month after my birthday. She killed herself with my dads gun because i left her and she felt alone. I feel so bad about it. It has been almost four years since then. I live with my aunt but i wasn't to live with my dad again. i just don't really think he wants me there. I still cut myself all the time, but lucky for me my scars heal pretty quick. I'm trying to stop cutting, so if anyone out there actually read this and might know how to help me quit cutting or just have any advice for me at all, please comment. Thank you!!! <3 Much love to all of you.
~Christina
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