This may be long, but it’s true.
‘89 I was born, my Dad left my mom and my mom met a new man. My mom and my new “stepdad” had two kids, a boy and a girl. New Years Eve ‘98. My Mom and Step-dad at the time got into a huge fight, hitting, cursing etc. One thing lead to another they broke up. My Mom met another man, who my mom decided to get a house with. We moved to a different house in a different town and started school. My mom got preggo again, had my littlest brother. My grandma got a divorce and moved in with us, living downstairs. One night in April of ‘04 my mom ended up choking me, I stomped on the ground, grandma saw what was happening, I was taken out of my parents’ custody. Few months later.. I was put back in my mothers house.. Years went by, same shit, different day. ‘07 my mother caused me not to graduate, I stood up to her, she kicked me out. Moved to Florida with my grandma (who was no longer in contact with my mom) finished getting my diploma that same year.
Started talking to a girl went to school with via myspace (we never really talked in school) she had a stickam account so she could sing and get her music out there. I made an account. A month later I met a guy, talked to him for a few months. Flew out to Cali, he asked me to stay, I did. We moved to Oregon, and then the Cayman Islands. He wasn’t making enough money so we moved to Denver since his brother lives here. Now I’m happy, alive and well :] Oh! And in love.
So all in all, if my parents had never divorced, if I had never been abused, if I never stood up for myself, and never took chances meeting someone I had never met before. I wouldn’t be the happiest I’ve ever been, with the most amazing man ever.