Growing up in a single parent home with an alcoholic mother was a very fearful and lonely part of my life. I was always scared and very confused. Just about everyday I felt like I was hated, abandoned, unloved, and unwanted. I lived with my mom, 3 brothers, and her numerous boyfriends in Odessa, FL. It was a very small town where everyone knew everyone else's' business but no one dared to get into my moms. …
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…away and stay gone because she didn't care anyway. Now it was like I really didn't care anymore and to try and earn my mom's love and affection was obviously not going to happen. So I continued to venture and do what I wanted to do. Inevitably, I later became my own worst enemy; who was still very afraid and alone. I ended up becoming a drug addict, who survived on the streets for 10+ years.