My parents were never there to catch me when i'd fall. In fact they were the ones who threw me down. My emotional issues stemmed alot from the abuse my "father" Scott, inflicted on me. When i was 14 i was raped. When i was in 7th grade started cutting my wrists. By 9th grade experimenting with drugs. Throughout my relationship history i've never met a guy who was loyal, honest, worth knowing and non-abusive. They all have had a drug or alcohol addiction. But who am i too judge being a recovering drug addict? By junior year of high school i was on cocaine, pot, acid, sc
ripts, shrooms, and damn near dropping out. Senior year i dropped out for 2months until i went to Juvenal hall for a crime i was falsely accused of. My probation officer and the court showed no mercy to me, because Scott (Being the sole problem) made my charges worst. When i got out i was put on house arrest. Where Scott could torment me and make my life a living hell. He could abuse me and threaten to not tell the social worker ****. My entire life i've been shown no love, even now i am the subject of hate and i'm not sure why.