A Tired Life
As my birthday is drawing close, I've been thinking about my life a lot lately. Sometimes I wonder how in the world I'm still alive. I know that I can live though most things now. My will is strong.
Let me tell you a little about my life and what I've been through.
When I was born, I was born in to a loving house hold, or so I thought. My so called 'Father', Greg, use to beat and shake my brother, telling him that I was the favorite child and they didn't even want my brother. So thanks to that my brother grew up hating me. As time went on, Greg got more violet and angry. I was told that when I was in my mother's arms, I was crying as babies do, he got up and punched me. Thinking that that would help.
After years of abuse from him, my mother finally left him and we fled to a women's shelter. Greg had threatened to kill my mother, brother and I, then himself. He had the gun already so we had to hide from him. Along with my Grandmother and Grandfather. His death threats were real. My moth