My Personal Life: The Story That Changed My Life

I had a non-traditional childhood. My father was in and out of the picture and I lived with my mother, Tina, for the first eleven years of my life. I often look back on these years in remorse, thankful that the younger me did not realize how bad they were at the time. Growing up with Tina was rough; she had major anger problems and resorted to violence very easily. A lot of the time she kept me in my room so she would not have to ‘deal’ with me. This caused me to be isolated from other kids. When I was outside of my room it was hard to know how to act with her. One moment she could be sitting there acting fine and the next minute I had done something small to anger her and I was getting hit.
It just started off with spankings when

They heard the hole thing. I had bruises and welts for 2 weeks after and it was agony to sit through class. Even though that experience with the belt was bad, the worse has yet to come. This abuse continued for at least another two years until I was taken away from Tina. Now this is the fall into the rabbit hole that is my life. This is the story that has changed my life. It was the day after Christmas. I just had my 11th birthday nine days before so the house was covered in wrapping paper and toys. So far everything was going great. That morning my mother went to the store to get something for dessert that night. We were having dinner at my Aunt Jeni’s, who lived next door, and she wanted to bake some pumpkin pies. While she was gone I had made some breakfast. Our house was scarce of food so I settled on fried eggs. No big deal, right? I was wrong. When my mother came back she began getting out all of the ingredients for the pie. Eggs are apparently one of those ingredients. Now I had not eaten all of those eggs, but what was in the cartoon what morning was the exact amount she needed. Tina had started to get mad, and in an attempt to calm her I volunteered to ride my bike to the