Well there is a lot I can say. When I was three years old I got in church. My dad never liked it so he divorced my mom. My mom had custody of my brother, sister, and I. Even though she did we still had to go to my dads house every other weekend and every other two weeks in the summer. It was hard having to homes. Not only that but my mom and dad argued all the time. My dad had a daughter before he met my mom but she was never really in the picture. Then he got re-married after he left my mom and had another son with her. Thank God he is still with her.
Three in a half years ago my dad decided to make life miserable for my whole family. He fought for custody and in the middle of that he ruined my life.He lied on my mom and they gave him emergency custody. He refused to even let us talk to our mom and when she came to get us he told us to go in the room and not come out. Now don't get me wrong he didn't abuse us. He was just a liar and a control freak. My mom had to have the cops physically get us out. So the day came for us to finally go home and my two older siblings said they were going to the store and all along my dad helped them plan to run away. It was the hardest year of my life. Eventually my dad got custody of my brother and sister, but something to rub in his face, he didn't get me.
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