
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Location: Greeley, Colorado
I have written before to this site. I just wanted to clarify some things that weren't exactly clear.
I was the scarred little eight year old girl that had to listen her parents scream at each other. That said and I quote myself, "It was like Christmas if we even got bread for our cheese."
I just wanted to clarify that the teachers at the school I was attending would help and I would owe it all to two people who worked there. Ms. N. and Mrs.I.. They would talk me through my parents fighting but not exposing to me cause of the fights. I would also like to apologize to all the people I was horrible to because of my parents addiction.
Even to this day, I have side effects of these years that will probably stay with me for the rest for my life. For one, I can barely remember anything from ages six through ten. I remember the extremeness of the fighting but not the outcome or the cause. I can still hear my dad's booming voice, my mothers piercing yell.
I will never be able to tell my future children of when I was their age, because I blocked it out. My family and I still have discussions about this time. This is how I know most of my information from.
I want everyone who reads this to think about a younger sister, a daughter, a mother, a father, a brother, a son, even friends, when someone hands you a crystal meth pipe think of them because if you go home in a rage and fight with them, they will hurt and they wonąt understand at that moment. The point here is think about those people and how much it will ruin their lives if your life isn't important enough to stop you think of them....My parents failed there but they have made up for it. Not by giving us presents to make up for or buying our love with money. If anything they're buying our love with their own love and trust. "Money can be thrown away and gambled out to make you happy in life but the true happiness in life is when the person(s) you love finally comes back to you." -Me