I can’t have anything nice can I?. From when I was a kid I always was nice, obedient, caring, and all of the other things. Until I had to live with my grandparents for 6 years of my life. It was agony. They beat and cussed at me for not going to church with them or simply telling them I don’t really believe in Jesus or god. I was really tired of being in that home. Until I was allowed with my mom. I got some stuff and left but over time it got worse.. my mom was fed up with me and my brother and always yelled. They never cleaned the house and it was really bad. The only clean place was my room. I was suffering severe anxiety and depression at the time because I was always called “the wierd kid” all the time at school and maybe if I changed it would all go away.. I was cursed out for being gay or cursed out for being.. ugly. But then my mom lived with my other grandparents. So I did because we were broke. It was horrible my mom dated men that were abusive. He pulled out of a drive way