My life

Story of My life (Part 1)

When I was first born I had an older brother and for the first four years of my life I lived with my Mother and I hadn't known my father at all.When I was 4 years old my mother left one night to go to a bar with her friends,she left my brother and I alone with my two sisters.My brother was too scared an not legalized to watch us because he was only around 7,so he searched for our mother and went around the whole apartment to see where she was.After a while he called the police and had them come to our home to watch us until my mother came home.That night my siblings and I were taken out of her custody and were placed into foster care

Ever since then I had been shifted home to home with my brother,there was a lot of abuse and sex going on in these homes.I was abused when my brother went to school and I was abused when he got home.He was a loving brother and never hit me,it was all of these homes we were placed in.Through Many racist families and abusive homes me and my brother separated and followed our own paths.I lost contact with my two younger sisters and my older brother now but now I was on my own.From then on I had 7 or 8 homes that I transferred through and my final home was actually nice.The ladies name was Ms.Patsy and she had 3 foster children besides me and I liked it there.

As a little kid I was bullied by many people in my community,I was a really small weak kid and everyone picked on me.I was an A student and I never got in trouble,I was on the top of my game back then but I don't miss those days.Bullied constantly,I was beat up and harassed not only by people in school and in my community,I was beat on at home by my foster siblings for two years.Until one day I came home bleeding everywhere and full of dirt after being jumped by 10 people who were above the age of 16,I was only 6 at the time and it was because I told a kid to stop throwing dirt at me.One of my foster brothers rushed to the park I was being jumped at and tried to help,apparently he didn't know how to fight so we got jumped together.I still remember having my head bashed into a pole and coming home beat and bloody.After that day my foster family cared more and had my back.

I didn't really have any trouble besides some sex that I didn't realize was bad.My foster sister's friend came over to the house and we had sex without anyone one knowing,constant sex and talking had left kind of having urges. Back then there was a girl Name Olivia who liked me and we talked a lot,I never understood why she liked me but one day I got caught screwing her and luckily my foster mother thought I was just "wrestling" her and I was grounded.Ever since I left that home I had been a man of "love".Not just sexually but emotionally ,even now I have the knowledge but I see myself as a hopeless romantic.I can't find the right one and I want her badly so I can feel the spark I once had.

After about two and a half years my natural born family found me,my father and my grandmother,along with my great grandmother.The way I met them was really weird,I randomly got a call from a mysterious person claiming to be my grandmother and she asked me a whole bunch of questions.Then months later a van came up to my driveway with 3 people in it,they were in it saying they were taking me to a hotel so I get to know them better.At that time lift was sweet and I was mixed on how I felt about being with my birth family .Finally after some time had passed I decided to leave with them I had a long journey to Florida.