for myself we had an altogether family until my father skipped out and decided crack cocaine was more fun. Things fell apart from there. He would move out and come back, move out and come back for about a total of 3 times. It torn my heart out each time it happened, I was literally making myself sick, and couldn't sleep and was relying on any drug in the medicine cabinet that would make me drowsy just so I can sleep at night. This was all during early jr high years. My mom being lonely turned to this guy and really abandoned us emotionally, till things turned real sour with this guy. He came to live with us and after a few months his abusive controlling true colors began to show. We got taken away and went to live with our dad, who was ok, until he started going out and drinking again, leaving me to always take care of my little sisters. Anways, the point Im trying to get to is that my sisters and I were all that we had. So we grew a strange, strong bond, and we are all so special to each other
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