It took me a while to figure out what I was going to write about the first time. There is a lot that I need to get off of my chest. I guess I'll just start from the beginning. I was raised by a single mother. Who loved my two sisters, brother and myself the only way she knew how. I love my mother. She was the Queen in my eyes, and telling this story or any that will follow won't change my outlook about her. My mother Tina (yes, her real name. I've decided to not change anything.) was a drug addict. No easy way to say it especially since my mother was so loving and sweet. As far back as I can remember my mother did meth. She had us around all types of people, I'm sure we shouldn't have been. People who molested me and my sisters. I'm not sure about my brother because he has never said anything, but it leaves me wondering. I remember never wanting to be away from my mom because I was terrified that something was going to hurt and kill her. and in my young age I s...
