I was born in 2003. When my mother was pregnant with me she did drugs. Weed to be exact.  She was sleeping with 2 guys when she got pregnant with me. So she didn’t know who was the father. So after I was born they figured out who my father was. My father’s name is Jeffery Ponton. If you read this look him up on Google. After I was 9 months. My father and mother got a divorce. She went on with doing drugs and wasn’t being the best mother. So in the middle of the night my grandmother came and pick me. my siblings, and father up. My grandmother was the only mother I ever really knew. That changed in 2008. My father met a woman. Her name is Vanessa. He married her in 2012. That’s when shit went down. She was abusive. She hit me and my siblings. As for my father he didn’t do anything. Half the time he joined in. During the time my father was married to her I lost most of my family. I wasn’t able to talk to anyone outside my home. At this time me and my older siblings were not close at all. My step-brother was abusive. Sexually abusive. He hurt me and my elder sister. And it shames me to be honest. My father the same. I was ashamed for ever to call him my father. In January of 2016 I turn the age of 13. That’s when I was done with abuse. So I called police and that’s the end of that life. Soon after I was put into the system. I went with a wonderful family. Soon I am going to be adopted. Along with my siblings. I have been closer with my siblings than I have ever been. But One flaw. I still cut