I have very few memories from when I was younger but the main ones I remember is when my parents fought so badly that I honestly thought my dad was going to kill my mom. They did nothing besides fight and yell and scream and smoke weed together. They say they loved each other but honestly I don't believe them. On my 3rd birthday my grandma on my dads side came to visit, but when I went to hug her she shoved me down and call me a brat and left. I've never seen or heard from her again, she's still alive yes but for some reason she hates me. My older half sister (same mom different dads) Tabitha who went by Tabby, was very mean yet also very nice at times. Tabby is 4 years and 5 months older than me. When I was about 4 or 5 she tried to drown me in the pool she got for her birthday. When my dad went to work mom would leave Tabby and I home alone for 12+ hours on end and didn't come back until an hour or half an hour before dad was suppose to. When I was 4 years old I got my first and only dog, a chihuahua, for Christmas, his name was Angel. Angel was my best friend and really my only real friend. I got called ugly and fat and stupid at school and I'd come home and sit in my room and cry. Angel would sit in my lap and lick my tears away and I'd hug him and I'd feel like everything would be better, boy was I WRONG!
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The Story of Me
Non-FictionI'm Samantha Rose Krieg and this is my story of how I survived my life this far. How I manage through the struggles in my life, and found real true happiness with the love of my life.
