The reason I used the title that I did is because as a child I was broken. Through out my life my mother has had an addiction, and she has been a stripper. When I was in the fifth grade my mother introduced me to pot, and I hardly went to school throughout that year, and failed. After that year of school we started moving around. She pulled me out of school and started homeschooling me, and by that I mean that I didn’t do anything, like any kid would. We lived out of a hotel for about two years, and after that we finally moved into an apartment. Once we did that, my mother started doing cocaine. I am a carbon copy of my mother. When you get involved with drugs, and bad people, bad things happen. We had drug dealers breaking in, and I was held at gunpoint, because they though that I was my mother. Thankfully I lived. After about a year in the apartment, my aunt came and took me away. There is more to the story, but that is just another chapter of my life. Due to my past I am a changed person, and a strong one at that. I wouldn’t be who I am today without the experiences that I have been through.
Posts tagged broken