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I had never prostituted before and I was going to go down there for the first time and do it.
When my mother was pregnant with me she decided she didn’t want to have me
I thought that I had nothing to live for. I thought that I was the most worthless mother on the face of the earth. I was no good as a wife. As a mother. As a daughter. As a friend
When a child grows up thinking abuse is what love from a parent looks like, you don’t know it’s so horrifically wrong until someone else tells you.
All of my life my family has been drug addicts, prostitutes, and different things. I didn't grow up in a very good household.
They were told I was really small, that I had a heart condition, and that my growth had been so impaired I looked like a two year old. There answer was, “We think God wants us to take him.”
"My dad, my mom, me, and my baby sister would all sleep on a mattress in the truck bed."
“You’re going to end up like your father, a bum on the street, a loser, an alcoholic.” As a kid, growing up hearing those things hurt me. I thought, “Man, after everything I do for you, this is how you love me.”
My brothers and I were separated. When we came back together in our parents home it wasn’t any better. There was still a lot of abuse going on, so I moved back out the spring semester my senior year.
"It’s those little things right there that show me that true restoration has taken place."