So, let's start with the basics I guess. I'm 21, Canadian, was adopted and raised in a small town. My life was okay I guess. I had a mom and dad who loved me, but I had small issues with simple things and tasks. We blamed my A.D.D but realized it wasn't just that. My mom passed away when I was in the seventh grade and my life got worse. I don't remember my grade eight year at all. My relationship with my dad slowly got worse until I was leaving my house to go to either school or friends with bruises on my arms. I found my biological families. This past year has been the hardest. Big fights with dad, I moved out almost two months ago after he choked me. I didn't talk to any family for a month and was relatively happy with Rob. But then about a month ago he basically told me he didn't want me. I was an object he used. So, I once again pack my few things I had from home and moved here to Huntsville. I'm a lot happier now and am talking to my family again. My sister and I still have issues. She's tried several times to guilt me into going home. I'm happy my dad and stepmom have left me basically to my own devices. I've been here a month with my boyfriend and honestly, life couldn't be better.
I dunno when or if I'll update this again. I just felt like writing again and figured this was a good place to start.
