My Dark History

I grew up in a terribly broken home and have done things I am not proud of, to survive. My dad left us when I was born and my mom became a single parent to me and my older sister. She quickly became addicted on various things and the three of us barely scrapped by.

Since the lack of stable housing was a fixture of our lives, we had moved around 10 times by the time I started elementary school, often between relatives and mom's friends.

Shit really hit the fan when my sister and I became teenagers as my mom's substance abuse skyrocketed. Over time, we got used to fending for ourselves and not rely on her. Together, we figured out basic needs like food, transportation etc.

However, we also had guys who "took care of us" from time to time. Mostly when we needed some extra cash for whatever reason.

My sister would have sex with one of my mom's friends when we stayed with him. Not infrequently, mom would overspend on her indulgences and cause us to come up short on the rent for the room the three of us slept in. When this happened, he would take my sister into his bedroom for the night.

I had a sugar daddy who owned the convenient store around the corner from where we were staying. He agreed to buy me things I wanted but couldn't afford like sneakers, bags and j*welry. Fancy shit. In return, we would have sex in the back office of his store. We kept this arrangement going until we were again evicted and had to move.

Later on, we also got into small time weed dealing and eventually had to stop because of some money related problems we ran into with some bad people. To pay off what we owed them, I watched four black guys have their way with my sister, one after another, in our apartment. They left me alone because they thought I was "too young". Mom was high as a kite in her bedroom, probably passed the hell out herself.

These were the things we had to do when the parents were completely useless. My mom has since died of an overdose to nobody's surprise and my sister is in now jail in CA for committing burglary with her dumbass husband. On the other hand, I was able to eventually move away from all that and got myself a degree.

I am currently single but have a very successful career. None of my current friends know about my past and childhood. I have no contact with anyone I knew before I moved away for college. I do not talk to a single person from my deadbeat family. I haven't talked to any of them in literally years and have no intention to ever to so.

But, sometimes it does get lonely thinking I am the only one in my universe who knows the truth.

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by Anonymous on Jul 24, 2020 at 8:15 PM

Thank you for sharing that. You are a true success story.

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by Anonymous on Sep 14, 2020 at 7:06 PM

I hated my childhood too. Looking back, I don't know why, some of the most terrible times are now my favorite memories. My mother was also an addicted worthless loser. Most nights she'd make me kiss my 'step-dad' good night. Meaning I had to kiss the tip of his dick. Yes, you guessed it, gradually they insisted the kisses got longer and deeper. From the very beginning I knew this was wrong. My mother made it clear we were desperate and to be a good sport so he doesn't end up in prison and we become homeless, again. By the time I was 13 I was giving him a brief bj before bed. I hated my 'step-dad,' I hated my mother, but... I didn't mind my naughty nightly duty. It sure beat doing dishes.

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