My childhood..
My parents divorced when I was young, so my mom worked really hard to provide for my brother and I. Soon after she was diagnosed with bowel cancer, she struggled for years. I learned to do all of the cooking, cleaning, laundry, and took care of my brother. My mom met her now husband when I was around 5, as she was sick on and off throughout my childhood they would seperate and get back together several times. There were a few instances where her now husband would lose it. I came to a point where I knew I couldn’t love him in high school. He was very angry and had grabbed me and threw me across the room, it seemed supernatural. For a moment I laid on the ground shocked, then stood up ran to my bedroom and locked my door. My mom banged on the door trying to come in but I didn’t let anyone in. She got angry and told me I deserved it, I know she didn’t mean it she was just scared of him. Later in high school Moved in with my brother and his girlfriend and then moved out on my own when they broke up. Eventually due to financial strain and mental health issues I had no choice but to move back in with my mom and her husband.