My parents divorced when I was 7, then both went on to make meth. Then they both went to prison, my brother and I went in and out of foster care and group homes. Then we were reunited with our mom when she got out on parole. But, alas, she didn't learn her lesson. Four days after our DCFS case was closed our house got raided again, my brother and I held the door closed while the cops tried to pry it open, so we were arrested for obstruction of justice. I was 14 then. Eventually the charges against us were dropped, but mom was back in the joint and we were back in foster care. Mom gets out again. She regains custody of us. She then burns our home to the ground in a meth fire. At this point, I'm 15 and the cops and DCFS say we are too old for foster care, so my brother and I are on our own, no home, no money, only the clothes on our backs. I got a job roofing for a slumlord who told us if we fell off a roof "we're fired before we hit the ground". I have been struggling to survive my whole life. Both my parents are out of prison now, and they learned their lesson. They are good people who made mistakes, and I love my parents. It's easier to see that they are humans now that I'm an adult. I know this is RnF, but hey, I don't get many chances to tell my story without fear. Hope you enjoyed my tale...
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07-16-2011, 03:21 PM
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