My Story

My name is Tennessee. I am currently 19 and stil to this day don't know what I'm doing anymore.

Lemme start from I guess the beginning.

When I was born I was born into a loving family that consisted of my mom, my dad, my 3 year old older sister. We weren't rich, we lived in a trailer park but at least we all loved each other, or at least I thought we did. When I was 3 my dad left my mom, I never understood why and as I got older I thought it was my fault that he left because I was a terrible kid. My life was weird from that point on.

When I turned 5, my mom, my sister and I moved into a shared house, we loved on the bottom floor, our neighbors lived on top. My mom worked nightshifts at a plastics plant so we had to have a babysitter watch us over night. She was a bitch, to me, not my sister, just me. She was abusive beyond no ends to me. Was I a bad kid? What did I do to deserve getting abused I'll never know. I remember things so clearly and like I just don't know what I did to deserve it. She'd beat me, invite her friends over, one of her guy friend molested me. They would get drunk and party. She slammed my head against my bunk bed one time which knocked my two front baby teeth out and then locked me on my room for my gums to bleed. She'd burn me with her cigarettes, she tried drowning me in the tub. So much. I never told my mom because she threatened to kill me if I did. Shortly after I turned 6 my mom fired her due to finding alcohol bottles. I still never told my mom after that...