Here goes the story of my life and how it took a turn. How a mothers addictions and a fathers lack of morals ruined a childs life...

In the early years of my life everything seemed normal. I had parents, lived in a house, had food on the table and all looked great. From the outside that is, from the outside looking in people saw this little girl that was so good and with an amazing family filled with love and laughter, little did they all know that this little girls life was actually filled with empty promises, wishfull thinking, lonliness and most of all a broken heart.When I was very young about a year or so old my parents took a split. My father left to continue on with his "cool & tough " life as my mother sat back to try to raise me. About 8 months later she met a great guy that is still in my life today as my only father figure. His name is David Jolie. He was brought to me by the graces of god i still swear because he is the only reason i was strong enough to deal with my emotions. I dont rememember much of those years as for i was only 2 and up. But as the years continued on to get worse so did my mothers addictions. My mother was strongly addicted to alcohol, And has been as long as i can remember .At first when i was about 2-6 i never did notice or care much to do so but after the 6-11 started coming in I always remember her (catherine o'donnell ) and dave fighting so much . they were always drinking wich inturn ended up always fighting. it was aweful i always just wanted that happy family that everyone saw.My mother battled her drinking for many years and well still continues to do so. and right when we thought all was going well and it was over she would check into a detox and be released with intensions on sobriety and then BANG right back out there drinking again. times like these were tough i remember times where we were so broke we barely bought groceries but she sure had her liqour. and when she would say she quit and we would go for a drive to the mall only for her to pull that bottle out of her purse. as i grew up i realised how my life was going to be . a life of neglect emotional abuse and lonlieness. i chose to accept that i was ok with it . i knew that someday it would change . and for some strange reason i believed that that would happen with my father Bill. Now Bill was no better as i was young he was into the drug world and doing all these "great" things with his life wich again turned out to be a hit and miss. some times he would hand money out others he would ignore me for all he was worth. as the years went on both of my biological parents got worse and worse . my mother turned to crack cocaine as did my father turn to crystal methanphetamine and crack cocaine as well as fully maintain his marijuana addiction as did my mother to her alcoholism.I was only a child who wished her parents could get better but even at that was still to young to know it was never going to change and that they would be like this forever. i used to always tell myself that it was going to be ok that they do love me and that they were just "sick",but still as the years went on i remember the years of school that were just torture and that is where i will begin my next chapter