I have been living on my own since I was probably 14 years old, making sure that I did what I had to do when it came to surviving the streets. Some nights I wouldn't eat because I didn't have anything to eat. I was suppose to be living with my dad,but unfortunately at the time he was on drugs real bad (but before he pasted away in 04 he had changed his life around and was going to church on the regular), but on the other hand my mom had the rest of my siblings and I didn't think it was fair that I had to grow up the way I did. So whenever I was able to come around I acted very ungrateful and rude to everyone because I was hurt and they all acted like they didn't understand me. But now that I am 25 with 3 kids they still don't have anything to do with me. They don't call, come see us or anything. It hurts and I want to know how do you suppose to cope with that? They all see each other on the regular because they don't live too far from one another, they go to church together and have family outings, but when it comes to me and my kids it is like we don't exist. It was like this all my life and now their biggest excuse is gas is too high.
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