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I'm 17 years old and I ran away last year, in April. You see, my mother was drinking all day, and we had a family get together earlier that day. Anyway, we got home and she was fine for a while. I took a bath, and when I got out, i got dressed, and I was trying to find my brush. Mom's boyfriend and my brother were somewhere else at that time.

I kind of threw a fit a little bit, because I couldn't find it, I tore a hole in the house. My mom woke up and started yelling at me. She said I woke her up, and she started cursing at me and throwing things. She broke a glass, and also put a hole in the wall from a door she slammed against the wall, the handle broke through. She was saying stuff like, "You kids are the most ungrateful, son's of bitches on the planet! You know what, I'm gonna run away! That's right, I'm gonna run away. You and (my brother, I won't give out his name, or mine.) can support your own sorry asses!" And by that
time, I was really scared, and I started for the door, I didn't even grab my shoes! I just ran out in the poring rain, in a T-shirt and jeans. And my mother was yelling after me, "Fuck you, go to hell!"

Like I said, I was scared, of a lot of things. I didn't even feel the rain outside, and I didn't care that my socks were wet, I just ran. I ran like a scared rabbit.......

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Well that's when I finally realized that my mom didn't care about me. She never even realized that I was gone for two whole weeks. I ran away again about 3 or 4 months after that just before my 15th b-day. This time I was staying with people who noticed if i was home 1/2 an hour late. i liked it.

Well, my mom didn't seem to want me to be happy, so she got a court order saying I had to live with her. She had a new boyfriend who liked to touch little girls. I'm not exactly little, so I fought back. I hurt the son of a b*tch, too. Just what he deserved. My mom tried to blame it on me, of course. Cops were called and they believed her story over mine. I was arrested and sent to lock up.

When I got out I ran away again. I left with this kid Steve. At first we were just friends but then we got closer. We went to Arizona (all the way from Massachusetts) to live with his older brother for a while. We both got jobs, and moved into a nice apartment. Steve was 18 so he could legally sign the lease. I went back to school and graduated with honors and I am know attending college. Shortly after I graduated high school, Steve and I got married. We have been happily married for 10 months. We were able to turn our lives around. I just hope that if someone out there is reading this and they're at the end of their rope this'll give them something to look forward to. Things can change for the better. THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (please comment and vote it will help other people)

There is nothing in the world like the feeling of your kid being missing. Wondering if she is dead or alive, hurt and needing you. The pain is immense, but not as bad as the pain when you realize that the whole routine has gotten “normal”…”Gee, she’s gone again”. I never stopped worrying, but self-preservation required I sleep and attend to life while she was gone.

In the end, I gave up on trying to “parent” her. I sought to maintain the relationship. It was hanging by a thread, but that thread was precious to me. It was the only link to her, the only way for her to find her way home. I simply explained that she knew how to live in my house, what was required. She had a choice to stay or go, no police, no hunting for her, no chasing her. Her choice…and she left…but the thread remained.

I never refused her when she showed up again. This time was at 2am , drunk, half naked in winter, crying hysterically. This was after being gone for months. Where had she been? How did she get in this condition on my door step? I didn’t care, just welcomed her back in again. Her words that night were “I’m done mom. I can’t take it anymore, I want to come home”.

The thread got stronger. I quit being the enemy, I just shut up and let her suffer the consequences of her actions. Her choices, her consequences. I never, ever lied to her. If I knew the cops would pick her up or that she’d be returned to juvie, or if I didn’t know what would happen, I always told the truth. The thread got stronger.

Today she is 20. Her life......

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Like I said, I was scared, of a lot of things. I didn't even feel the rain outside, and I didn't care that my socks were wet, I just ran. I ran like a scared rabbit. I ran to my friends house, and I told her and her family what happened, and they let me stay the night. I was scared the whole time. Every time I heard a noise upstairs, cause we were in the basement, I thought my mom was there. I've been scared of her, from past experiences, but anyway I couldn't sleep all night. I dozed off, and woke up at every noise I heard.

The next day, my mom called that friends house, and we talked for a few minutes, but I don't know if she remembers anything she does when she's drunk. I went home a little later, and we talked some more. I was home after that, and the rest of my family even stopped by to see if I was okay, but none......

It was 2:00am when I opened my window and jumped out. When my feet hit the ground I ran as fast as I could. I was a little chubby then so I couldn't run very fast but fast enough to get away. I went to a nearby highway going south and I started to follow it. I hitched a ride with some truckers who let me off somewhere in Ohio. I had no money so I had to steal food to eat. I had no where to go so I just kept walking. At night I wrapped up in the blanket I brought and slept in the deep ditch that I had been walking in.

One day a police car pulled up beside me and a cop got out. He asked me where I was going and I said I was going to the next exit. That I had just got back from a sleepover and I was walking home. He told me to get in and I did. He pulled off on the next exit and asked me where my house was. I directed him to a nearby neighborhood. He asked which house and I looked around for a house that looked empty. I told him it was a house that looked as if no one was there. I got out of the car and he did too. He wanted to talk to my parents. I went up to the house and knocked hoping no one was there. I told the officer that my mom was at work. He gave me a long glare and said to keep off the highway. He back into his partol car and drove off. The instant he was out of sight I ran as fast as I could.

From then on I took side roads. I went through people's trash for food and slept anywhere I thought it was somewhat safe. This went on for weeks and I was weak and tried from walking. Then I came to Columbus OH. I was tired of runing and walking. I decided to get a job there. I got a job at a local used book store telling them that my family was in trouble and I needed some money to support them. They didn't ask for much info. I started working there full time......

One day when my mom just came from hospital due to her sickness, when she just came back home my younger sister asked her for food. But because my mom was still tired and needed to take a rest, she decided to call a restaurant and buy the food she wanted. When the food is delivered my mom went to the front door but when she was in our car garage my father noticed that she didn't cook but bought a food outside. He became mad and he spit in her face.

One night when my father decided to sleep in my bedroom due to the fight, I, who was sleeping, heard that my mom came into my bedroom to talk with my dad, but then my dad became mad and he pulled my mom's hair so hard and took her away from my bedroom with her hair in both of his hands. He thought I was sleeping, but I saw what he did. I saw all those happenings with my own eyes and every time I saw it I cried, but I cried in a hidden place so that they shouldn't know I was crying. So did my younger sister, too.

Years passed, my parents are finally divorced, I was very sad to face it but on the other side I also thought that it's the better way for them to be separated. One day when I and my sister were in our bedroom, my dad came to us, hugged us, told us about a story and cried. But I felt he was not really crying, I felt that it was fake so I said,"just go away! We don't need you and stop crying because I know it is fake!" He left the room and moved to another house with nothing in his hands.

Since then, my......

I made a family of my own out on the streets thank God. The family I made was true to me. They helped me care lifted me up and brought me to see this wasn't how life was meant to be. You can read a story I wrote on here 4 years ago when I was still on the streets.

About a week after this story was written my soon to be husband made me promise to go home. He told me he loved me but I needed to go home or he couldn't be with me. Finally someone who cared just enough to give me a hug for an hour if I needed it, someone to hold my hand when it was hard and I couldn't make through the day alone. And now me and this angel from heaven are getting married in a month 3 years and 7 months and two days after I wrote my story in here, and we have a beautiful baby boy who is 6 months old.

I guess my point is it's possible to grow to be a strong person and pull through. I mean I would have never thought I would be here that day. I wanted nothing more then to die but this man from God loved me and I knew it would kill him to see me do this and I loved him and still do. God blessed me even when I didn't believe. You can to.

I hooked up with a small time drug dealer and began to work for him delivering drugs. I was sexually assaulted by a customer. I remember thinking how can I get out of this without going home and admitting defeat. The turning point was the day I got arrested for shoplifting at the grocery store I was sleeping behind. When the police arrived they asked me if I would like to spend the night in jail. I just looked up at him in utter defeat and said it would be better than where I slepted last night. I spent a few days in Juvi, which is no picnic either... if you think the streets are bad... do a sleep over in Juvi! A few days later I met with my "case worker" he was very nice. I was placed in a foster home and my parents were contacted. After some negotiation I was allowed to go and live with relatives.

I completed high school......

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My mother got cancer when I was 14, so my parents (mother and stepfather) sent me to live with my aunt and uncle in Wyoming. I hated every day I was there, but somehow I made it through an entire year and returned to live with my parents the next year. I suppose part of me never forgave my parents for sending me away.

When I returned home, my mother was still bedridden in recovery from her cancer and her doctor advised her that my stepfather should take over the “parenting role.” Since my mother wasn’t around to see anything I did, it gave my stepfather complete control over my life. My stepfather would lie to my mother about me and my mother would believe him (And why not? Wouldn’t you believe your spouse?). One time, I spoke to my mother and explained that he was lying to her and she said something I’ll never forget: “I won’t believe that this man lied!” (Motioning to my stepfather).

That’s when I knew that I had to get out. The next time my stepfather made up a story about me (the next day), I yelled back at him and he told me that if I didn’t like the rules, I could get out. I DIDN’T like the rules so I left. I was 15 at the time.

I went to live with a friend and his parents for the first few months. I got a job at a burger joint down the street and I worked as many hours as I could. A couple of months after I left, I went drinking with some buddies and ended up being arrested and charged with a minor in possession of alcohol, so I had to go to court. Of course, a notice was sent to my parent’s home, so my father showed up in court. He spoke to the judge and made up more lies about me (he actually lied on the witness stand) and, to make a long story short, I was sentenced to 30 days in juvenile detention.

Before me, the most anyone in my county had ever gotten for a minor in possession of alcohol was 7 days in juvy. I felt it was unfair to......

 

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