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Welcome back to my blog:
Not sure how far back I really want to go, only because I can remember things from an early age, not sure ill go that far maybe to the age that I remember my life changing the most.
That would be the age of 8 years old, My daddy committed suicided.
Its been 20+ years now that he has been gone, I'm now almost 32, I finally came to terms with it, I've been told "get over it" "its been years move on now" but I was a daddy's girl so I could not just get over it,
That is when I and my siblings became latchkey kids, and That is when I had to grow up,
After school, I had to make sure my siblings changed out of school clothes, had homework done or doing, and dinner on the stove or table by the time my mother came home, also the whole house had to be clean minus her room.
As I got older I started to resent my mother,
Then came the final straw, she moved me away from everything I knew and loved.
I started planning at the age of 14 how to get kicked out of her house,
Little did I know it was only a few short years later that is actually happened.
Next blog, how and why I got thrown out of my moms house.
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