I want to tell you my story. I am a 16-year-old girl who lives in a small town in Texas. Growing up my mother and father were cocaine addicts. My dad was sentenced to 14 years in state prison when I was six years’ old. My mother fell into depression and abandoned my three siblings and I multiple times. She would come back for at least three days and then leave for months. My little sister and I would stay with my grandma and friends from time to time. Years went by and my dad got out on parole and my mom found another boyfriend. My sister and I went to live with my mother, but we moved to a lot of different places since none of her relationships lasted. When I turned 15, she introduced me and my sister to hardcore drugs like cocaine, crack, and even meth. She said it was okay and it wasn’t bad, so I did a lot of drugs with them. Almost a year later I got tired of it and I hated the way it made us look, so I tried to get them to stop with me, which didn’t last long. I knew my mother was too caught up in it, so I decided to leave with my dad and get cleaned up. When I told her she immediately started to beat me, so I curled up in a ball and tried to protect myself. I yelled at her to stop and my little sister walked in and jumped in and started hitting and kicking me telling me not to be yelling. After I was beaten my mother told me awful things and had someone watch me so I couldn’t run away. When they took a trip somewhere I managed to get out and I didn’t stop running till I got to my friend’s house. In tears I tried to tell her mom what happened but she ended up telling me to take a hike and didn’t want anything to do with the situation. I was on the street for hours with no phone or any of my belongings. I knocked from house to house till someone let me borrow their phone. I called my stepmom and she told me to go to the police so my aunt could pick me up. I was there for hours to the point where I fell asleep. My aunt and the officers took pictures of the bruises were left on my body. When my mother came in she started yelling and told her part of the story. She told them I went at my sister and all she did was slap my sister and I. One of my sister’s friends were there and lied to them saying I was lying. I left went my aunt and she drove me six hours away to my dad’s house. Him and his family got me into therapy and got me a drug counselor and put me on the right path. On four months, I will be a year drug free. I got back into school and now I just don’t want to mess up again. After my experience, it helped me realize how kids take their parents for granted. But in my case, I wish I had strict parents growing up. I cherish every moment with my family and thank God every day for the family I have now.
Good parents
dhvani @dhvanee
Reading what you’ve been through gave me goosebumps. I can understand that it must have been very difficult, though the extent of the difficulty can’t be thought about. The worst thing is when people get against you and you’re left alone, with nobody to support you, specially when you try to reveal the truth, but others lie to prove you wrong. But hats off to you for not taking things for granted! You know, when nobody stands for you and for the correct, it’s always you who has to take the stand. No matter how much you went through, you always stood up for yourself. And as destiny has it, people who choose the correct path get in return something that they deserve, and you earned the family that you deserve. Good for goodness is the rule of life that God has set. Not every parent is bad, but every parent can be wrong, and we must take the initiative to correct messed up things. Your actions have now brought you to this phase where you’re not a drug addict. Thank yourself. And congratulations for your 8 month drug free journey as of yet, which you could get till by challenging your circumstances. All of it was only possible because of you and your trust in rationality.
