This is my history

I was born in Maracay, Venezuela in October, 07th 1993

In accordance whit my mom, she was marry with my dad to short time, they were living in the United Stated; first my big Sister was born Angelique but everybody call her Angi…
And then the problems start between my mom and dad, when Angi have 2 years old my parents go to living in Maracay in Venezuela …They think that their problems were going to disappear if they live close to the family of my mom but is not work…
Then when I was born the situation wasn’t better than before; before than I have 1 year old my dad gone.

Then we go to live with my grandma from dad’s side, in Falcon in Venezuela, we were there until I get 4 or 5 years old…then we go to live in Valencia another stated of Venezuela… Then, two years later, when I get 7 years old, we go to live with my grandma, my father talk with my grandma and say that he was going to visit us to Venezuela; well like I care that after all I never know him very well when I was little…because he leave us when I was a child; I can’t remember his face or how he looks like, my mom told me that he is a good person but I really don’t care about that.

Alter all he comes to visit us, my big sister knows him more than I of course she was older than I when he was with us… (That doesn’t mean that they live happy ever after… they know that my grandma has done horrible things that cause their separation and they were thinking in do something; when I was 11 years old my dad wants that we (my big sis and I) go to living with him…in Republic Dominican and we say yes ¬¬…; but the thing didn’t go well because my grandma again do something bad and we have to come back to Venezuela.

My parents decide that they have to separated us of my grandma, so we move to Maracay… then we know that my dad has marry again…and we have a stepbrother and a half-brother…my sister feel sad because he exclude us of his life more than one time…
But I just feel so mad with him for don’t tell us about an important thing like that before.

In the Christmas that I have 13 years old, my dad want us to go to celebrate the Christmas with him and his new family…in Puerto Rico; in other words he want that we know his wife and kids…of course that I don’t care to meet them…

Well my sister and I go to celebrate the Christmas with him (I hate that Christmas ¬¬… we go because it was just Christmas but that’s what I was thinking…first he told us to stay with them…but I have my own plans; my sister want to stay and she insist it until I say yes… but just for her…
“THAT WAS A BAD IDEA” ¬¬

First my stepmother was good but that it was just a mask…after a little time she let us know how she really is…she change so much her face; and because my dad didn’t stay in the house because of his work… she start to maltreated us, and because we never say nothing about it… she start to say lies about us to my father… all that she said he believe it… just like the typical men blind, he believe it all of she say and never trust us… he said that “She was the saint women, she do all that she can and we two don’t put of your part” we never say something just for don’t create troubles and to don’t hurt my dad, but all have limits in this life and his is part of it; for something she hate me more than my sister and she invent that I have to go with a psychiatrist and of course it didn’t work… she say that I have problems of my attitude… we have a lot of weeks eating bread with mayonnaise because she don’t cook for us, just for her and her children’s… we’ll be able to survive because the wonderful school that I miss so much… they given us breakfast and lunch from Monday to Friday… and our friend that they help us to resist everything… and in my sis birthday (16), my dad take us out to eat but, in the mine (birthday 14) was horrible, my dad wasn’t in the house… Leaving me and my sis with my stepmother… It was a living hell…but when my dad start to get complications in the job and the money wasn’t enough…he decides that we have to go back to Venezuela with my mom…

The only that I miss is that I have to let my dear friends in Puerto Rico but we continued talking… for e-mail ^_^ the only family that I have left in Puerto Rico are my Friends and the teachers of the school… but I know that we’re going to see each other again soon… I believe in that… that’s the Story of my life just for now…^-^

I hope that doesn’t happen to you… if this is happening to you don’t be afraid to say what do you think…you can search for help… and if your father or mother trust you he or she is going to understand you… fight for all you want and don’t let someone else take you dreams away…



Yuzukixgirl