Well, since this game is pretty much anonymous, I guess I could share some stuff with you...
NOTE: Everyone's names have been substituted for their privacy.
So, my household situation has been pretty... rough, over the years. My mother had me with my self-centered father a while back, after he repeatedly stalked and harassed her (I'm not entirely sure why she had a kid with him). They split when I was two, because of my father's sexist beliefs. He would go out drinking, forcing my mom to stay at home and care for me instead of going to her current job. That was "what a woman should do", apparently.
Anyways, my mom filed anti-harassment orders against him after he would repeatedly text and call her. After multiple visits to court and my mother having to be escorted out the back entrance to make sure my biological dad didn't beat her up, my mother finally let him see me once a week and every other weekend.
While this was happening, my mother and I moved into her boyfriend's house, Jack. I was 3 at the time. We loved eachother very much, and I began to call him 'Daddy'. However, what I didn't know was that he was truly a cruel person to my mom, abusing her and even raping her one night. She was covered in bruises. When I was in 3rd grade, we finally found a home on Queen Anne and moved there, away from Jack.
Even though we moved out, my mother and I still went over to watch movies and eat dinner. The last time we went over there, I was 9, and it was 11pm. I was really tired, so I went into Jack's room and fell asleep. While I was asleep, and my mother doing our laundry, apparently Jack decided that it was time for us to leave. He told my mom to leave, but she said no, because I was asleep and she was still doing laundry in what was technically our washers. He then proceeded to (hopefully accidentally) break her ankle. After that, life was hard, and I was always late to school.
Well, the landlord at our small studio on Queen Anne was a jerk, so we moved into an apartment on Beacon Hill. The landlord there made us promises regarding rent that he didn't uphold, and so we stayed at my mom's new boyfriend's house, John. Well, he just wanted my mom, and so would take my mom upstairs to hang out with her, leaving me alone downstairs for hours.
We finally moved out, and into my uncle's for the last remaining weeks of 5th grade. His controlling partner told my mom that I was welcome to stay with them, but she wasn't. I refused, and so we went to stay at my friend's house.
Then my mother's friend told us that HER daughter, Sophie, 27 at the time, lived in a big house all alone and was looking for a roommate. We moved in with her, only to find that she was a control freak and a cocaine user (she even offered my mother some!) This was the first half of 6th grade. Around January of that year, me and my mom found a house in the University District. It needs a lot of work-- the entire house was built 100 years ago and needs reinforcements, paint, etc. The landlord seems a little lazy (he promised he'd repair it), but whatever. My mom finally found a great, kind, funny boyfriend who pays attention to both of us. He's living with us now.
My biological father and I separated by my request when I was in 4th grade for various reasons; including him enforcing gender roles and criticizing my family. Now, me and my father are going through the reunification process, and my specialist is having us meet to see if the process should continue. Wish me luck! And thank you to anyone who actually read all of this-- it really means a lot to me
