I had always been a heavy drinker and a light drug user. My life changed for the

worse when my younger brother was murdered. I went from bad to worse I did not know how to deal with my feelings I had so much hate inside of me, I didn’t think about my family’s feelings or even care about their feelings. That’s when I started to drown myself in alcohol and drugs. My mom took my daughters into her home because I was not being a mother at the time. When they moved in with my mother I moved to Amarillo to live with my sister I had to leave town or I would go crazy. Living with my sister was not always peaches and cream beca

That’s when I realized that I needed my daughters more than ever and they also needed me. I wanted to go back home but I had to ask my mother first to see if I could go back. When my daughters and I walked to a nearby convience store to call my mother I was very nervous when I heard her voice I did not know whether to be happy or sad When I asked her if I could move back home she said no because she did not know whether I had changed and she did not want me hurt my daughters anymore than I already had. Well it took some convincing from my daughters and me but we did it.

I finally moved out of my sister’s house and moved with my boyfriend, which was a big mistake. He was a drinker but I did not know how bad he was until I moved in with him. Every time we would drink the abuse would start at first he would slap me a couple of times and than it went to me being a human punching bag. I never felt

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