Grew up in Many homes. My mother was/is a suffering drug alcohol addict always thinking the worst. I grew up with her accusing everyone around me of hurting me . I would play things out in my head like these things were happening these stories she put in my head. I got older went into foster care and never got a home because I couldn't trust anyone. I ran. I was afraid. I ran to abusers. I didn't know any other life didn't think I would ever amount to anything. After aging out of foster care I went to a small town far away where I never had to do bad things ever again but now I am a wife and a mother to 2 wonderful children. I am afraid still. I work all the time I'm missing out on my life.