Here's my story a day later sorry than promised.

The 1st installment
The life of a unloved teenager

I have many memories most terrible- a few ok, but mainly the memories haven been dreadful due to always suffering the fate of being unloved ever since I came out of the womb, my mother has mentioned more than once to my face or behind my back that I was a mistake. I have been dragged up stairs by my hair by my own father, have been bitten by my own mother which she forced me to lie about so I couldn’t seek help and have had so many insults thrown at me; I am surprised I haven’t topped myself…

Anyway I will start at my earliest moment, a bad one surprisingly. After many hours of labour I was born weighing 7lbs 3oz the midwife smiled at my mother who demanded to know the sex when the midwife replied “You have a beautiful delightful baby girl” she recalled back in horror her dreams shattered of having a little boy. My mother replied with “WHAT? I want a boy can’t you swap it; give it up replacing it with a boy. A girl I've already got one” the midwife sighed. The next day my sister (2 years by my senior) came to visit me she turned her nose up preferring the packet of sweets. That was my earliest moments.

For the first few years of my life I was showed little affection, the limelight always turning to my older sister Victoria whatever I did she seemed to upstage me she was their perfect little girl I was just something like the side salad you never ate, the sauce you discarded. I was an outcast.


This is a"bit" over exaggerated but hope you like.

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