Friday, September 5, 2008

My Story

When I was born I wasn’t planned. I was a mistake. My father says I’m the best
Mistake he has ever made. I wish my mom would’ve felt the same. Drugs were more important than my dad and me. She left my dad and me when I was eight months old. Up until this point in my life I’ve met my mom five times and every time she’ll Tell me that she’s trying to be clean and sober for me. And I’ll wake up with something of mine or my dads missing.

It’s been ok just my dad and me living together. Even though he had to play the dad and mom role in my life. It hurt him more than it hurt me each year when
Mothers Day would come around.

Everything was fine in my life until I turned twelve. That’s when everything changed. My dad started doing drugs and hanging out with the wrong friends.
Soon enough I was doing everything around the house.
I still remember the night everything started to fall apart. My dad had some friends over and had to go to the store. They said he could use their car to go.
Next thing I know I had cops knocking on the door. Turns out my dad’s friends stole the car and had it loaded with drugs. They told me they would have a caseworker coming with more cops. I called my friends mom to see if I could stay there while my dad was in jail. Lucky for me I have good friends with nice parents.

My dad got out two months later, and it all happened again. He started selling and doing drugs. Even hanging out with the same friends that got him put in jail.
This is when I started hanging out with the wrong crowd. Soon enough I was doing drugs, drinking, and I even started cutting myself. I broke curfew one night and got taken to youth services. They called my dad, but said he sounded
Intoxicated. So they put me in states custody. I’ve been in foster care for four years now. I’ve been in five different foster homes, and four different treatment centers.

I’ve been doing better on everything since then. I’m even in honors classes and I’ve been clean and sober for over a year. I’m going to do something with my life. I won’t stop at anything until I succeed.

Shalee

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

I think it was really brave of you to share that story. and it is really sad. i hope you stay doing well.


-Ashley

Anonymous said...

HEY IM SO SORRY ABOUT DAT I BEEN THRU SOMETHING LIKE DAT N I KNOW ITS HARD BUT U KNOW WE HAVE TO KEEP ON MOVING N DONT LET NO 1 STOP US CUZ WE CAN BE BETTER THEN THAT SO DONT WORRY BE HAPPY!!! ALL UR PLANS SOME DAY WILL COME TRUE I GUARENTE U DAT LOVE ALFREDO

Anonymous said...

Don't worry life will get better now that you are with good people. Just keep your head up and don't give up.

Sarah 1 period

Anonymous said...

You know what thats a freaking crappy story. Thats not right for you to have to go through that and I'm sorry. Your a good person with so much potential. Keep working hard and you will get on a great path and get what you deserve. On top of all that your one of WJ's great so your already the bomb diggity! Chin up girl.-Regan

Anonymous said...

i think you are a brave little toaster for writing your story. I think that you can stay clean if you wanted to. keep it up.


Kelsee

Anonymous said...

When i was younger i was always running the streets and i loved getting into trouble then when i turned like ten thats when i putt away the little kid stuff and hung out with the homies that are locked up away for the things we both did together and we all did wat we had to do to earn are respect and if u didnt want to give me your respect we would take it. RICO

Anonymous said...

i cant really sayn i know what youve been through but i do kinda cuz my parents were on drugs to and my mom died of drugs. angelo