Well, I don't really know how to start this. Like I said on the post, thank you all for reaching out to me so much even though you don't even know me. Well, that will change after this e-mail. I thought that in order for you to get a better understanding that you would have to know the whole story, right? Well, that's how it usually goes. I guess it's worth a shot. I'd do just about anything at this point to get some help. Well, here it goes. (Sigh) ... I was born in Florida addicted to drugs because my mother did drugs (crack, weed and I'm not sure what else) the whole time she was pregnant with me. Her and my Father split up before I can even remember, then my mother and I moved to California. He (my father) was in jail before I turned 1. I lived with my mom till I was 3, then she got busted for drugs and put in jail so I lived with my grandmother here in California till I was 4 and a half. My idle (my Uncle) died in an accidental gang shooting and I was devistated. But in those few years my father got out of jail, moved to Alaska and got marride again to a woman named Sherri. I moved in with them just before my 5th birthday. After about a year we moved back to Florida to be with the rest of his family. In that time I grew very close to Sherri since I basically no longer had a mother. Once I was 7 she divorced my dad and moved to Michigan. I haven't seen her since. After she left, my dad lost a lot of work and we lived in different trailer homes almost monthly. He became very abusive and finally his sister-in-law reported in to childrens servises when I was 9. By that time My mother was out of jail and still living in California in East LA. She got custody of me, and I moved back with her. At that time I found out that my mother had another daughter 4 years before me (my mother was 14 when she gave birth to Rebecca, my older half sister whom I've never met), and the father of this child was her step father. I wasn't very close with her because I also found out that she was bisexual and my father was VERY religouse and pretty much had brainwashed me. The first 2 years weren't bad. When I first got there she bought me a golden retriever and I named her Taffy. She became my best friend. By the time I was 11 my mom was dating around again and met a guy on her so