My mum and dad split up when I was born but got back together and married when I was 8. Within 18 months I had two brothers and was being molested by my father. My mother found out and they split up not long after. I was upset at my family’s reaction to my ‘news’ some family stopped talking to me and some told me to forgive him when I didn’t want to. What hurt the most was when my mum’s mum gave money to my mum to pay for dad’s lawyer to keep him out of jail. My teenage years were extremely difficult as I didn’t really have a family anymore and I was sent off to boardingschool. When I came home my mother and I often fought and nearly every weekend I was sent to my grandmas. Finally near the end of year 11 I couldn’t take it anymore and dropped out of school, left home and starting doing drugs, drinking and smoking. I lost the will to live and made several unsuccessful suicide attempts. I met a 22 year old when I was 17 and our relationship was very rocky. I tried to commit suicide again but then to my delight I found out I was pregnant and we got engaged. During this time my mother became involved with a drugdealing bikie and was pregnant too. The whole time my mother had nothing to do with my pregnancy or us. We had a girl and 12 months later a boy. We married when I was 21. At 24 I had another girl. When my youngest was about to turn 1, I had a fight with my mother over my drug addict brother stealing from me and banning him from my house. She took his side and I didn’t speak to either of them for 18 months. During this time I was not allowed to come to my other brothers graduation. I was devastated and felt betrayed as it was me who had spent most of my life raising, protecting, feeding and clothing them. Fast forward another couple of years and we briefly made up. I now no longer speak to my mother or brothers as she publicly excluded me from the same brothers 18th birthday family night and gave him the car that she promised me (I had three kids and we were walking into town for shopping in 35 degree heat but she gave him the car so he didn’t have to use the bus where he lived- there’s no public transport where I live.) Then I tried to get a passport but discovered the TWO birth certificates I had weren’t the right ones because I am missing my dads name so I had to get another birth certificate. Now I have three birth certificates with 3 different names and still no passport. Another eight months have gone by and I’ve reunited with my ‘father’ and I am about to go for a DNA test as it has since come out that my mother has slept with many men over the last 30 years and he might not be my father. Last year, I separated from my husband because it is all too hard and for the last 8 months I’ve been so sick with one illness after another, I’m now on medication and waiting for a specialist. Bring on 2014, I’m praying for my health and happiness!
Posted by vidald79, 9th January 2014
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