The Story of My Life

My mother and father got a divorce when I was roughly two years old. When I was three years old my step brother (my mothers stepson) raped me and he continued every day until I was almost nine years old. I remember my body being checked by a police officer at the school I was going to and then being checked again at the hospital. While at the hospital my father was called and asked to come pick me up and take me out of my mothers care. About eight months later my mother came to my fathers house and handed my older step brother (my fathers stepson) a bunch of papers. Then after he read them she picked me up, snatched the papers, and put me in her van. My older brother called my father who called the police. When we pulled up in my moms driveway a police officer pulled in too. He walked over to the car and told my step father he wanted us to come to the police station. I looked at my mother in tears because I had to go to the bathroom. She spoke to the officer and he agreed to let me go. She pulled out her phone and called my grandmother and told her i was coming into the house not to let my sister see me because she didn't know what was going to happen. I walked to the living room and my little brother jumped on me instantly. I held onto him for a minute then told him to move. I have to go. He stood on the outside of the bathroom and then he walked me to the door. I walked out and got into the car, and we went to the police station. After the sheriff read the paper my mother had shown my stepbrother he agreed to allow me to go with her. She homeschooled me for months. Then one day my father took her to court and he got custody of me again. Two years later my mother got custody of me again, and about a year after that my father got custody of me. I wasn't able to see my mother for a while after that and then when she started getting visitation I thought everything would be fine, but, last year in april, i was at my mothers house. My cousin raped me. My father stopped visitation for about a month. Then after going to court the only way I could see my mom was at a mall in pennsylvania near her house. My father and his wife got a divorce. Now my dad, brother, and I moved in with his girlfriend. She is really nice and fun to hang out with. If i'm being honest she is who makes me smile every day i have never felt so loved and cared for in my entire life.

Author Notes: i dont wont your sorrow or pity i wrote this because it helps and i dont care who knows because it happened and now its done

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