My life is hell.

I don't remember anything from when I was a baby but I have been told when I was 2 yrs old I fell out of a moving car. When I was 3 I

taught myself how to ride a bike that was bigger than I was, at 4 yrs old I got my first scar when I fell off my dad's boat trailer I had to get a lot of stitches on my thigh I also stated school because I wanted to see where my siblings went everyday. When I turned five I watched my dad hit my mother and throw dishes with food my mother made for him, At age 6 my mother and I and my 2 siblings went to live with my grandfather cause my dad was a drunk and he would beat on my mother. At age 7 my dad left my mother for a week or so and left her all alone with three kids to take care of in the middle of nowhere. Age 8 my father missed my birthday for the 3rd time in a roll cause if work he and my mother made up in promise that things will get better if given the chance to prove it. skip to 12 yrs old me. My brother ended up in jail at age 15 and we packed up and moved to New Mexico my parents made trips to go see him when they didn't have to work or took time off, my sister moved in with my grandmother I knew my family was getting smaller by the minute. I got into sports so my parents would be proud of me come game day I didn't see either of them in the stands cheering me on and yes I looked I went home raging mad at them not being there for me when I needed them. At 13 on my birthday my aunt bought me my first cell phone because I was taken away from my parents. We had already moved 6 times that yr yes that's right 6. When I was returned to my parents care they was surprised I knew how to cook when they came home to find a rather hard dinner for a 13 yr old girl to make waiting in the fridge. Come that Christmas my dad shows his ass and hits on my mother again. So we left his ass at home and went to my grandmother's house without him. we moved back to TN USA and before my 14th birthday by that time we had done moved 9 times that year. Yeah 9 times. Still they never showed up to my games to cheer me on my sister had my grandmother I didn't have no one. At 14 I found a great guy that I had a crush on when I was in 6th grade and I found out he liked me to this leading to my first boyfriend. In the end we broke up. Skip to 15 yr old, we moved to a small town called linden Tn USA and that's where I had met a boy we all called Norbie ( just a nickname) his real name is Earl. We started dating and I felt he was my one after a year of being together at 16 I found out I was pregnant. I moved in with Norbie and his mother. We had a daughter named Haley who is about to be 9 yrs old, after she was born a wk later I turned 17 Norbie and I broke up cause he had picked another girl over his daughter and I and was always drinking he was 18 he and my father had fought in the front yard never have I ever seen my father take up for me. My parents also took our daughter cause we needed to stay in school. This was the last yr I saw my brother. yes he is still alive he just lives to far away from me Norbie and I got back together. At 18 Norbie and I got our own house he was collage and I was still high school. I got to graduate early on October 31 2011 my parents didn't come to see me walk with my class cause that's what I wanted to do. They didn't show up to see me graduate. At 19 I found out Norbie and I was about to have another baby. Her name is Mila (Mi-la) 2 wks after she was born I turned 20 Norbie and I was on and off for 4 yrs I called it quits Feb 2013 months before Mila was born. April 9 2014 I found the man of my dreams named Cody I had moved to Mississippi to get away from everyone and everything to start new. In 2015 we had a son named Alexander he is 3 going on 4 with autism. My life just got harder but I love him. Cody and I are still together to this day we will be together 5 yrs come April 9 and I still can't be happier than I am now with him. What am I doing right now? Laying in bed with my son to get him to sleep while I write this to bore you with hahaha.