life of struggles!!! coping, self help,ect

I'm Beth, I'm nobody specihttps://www.walmart.com/browse/home/4044?&&adid=22222222255354379647&wmlspartner=wmtlabs&wl0=b&wl1=g&wl2=m&wl3=413509287996&wl4=aud-834279576166:dsa-763973374920&wl5=9015855&wl6=107532966627&wl7=&wl8=&veh=sem. so that's where children services and foster care came into play. I guess my father tried to come visit me and my mom had told him I passed away. well he didn't believe her so he took it into his own hands and searched. he for me. he had to prove himself fit as a parent, ect and had to take parenting classes and drug tests, ect. it was along process before he was finally awarded full custody. At this time he was 19, or 20 years old. this was a huge deal for a single father at age 19,20 to get custody of his two children,not to mention he is an alcoholic, and drug addict. so I give him big props for fighting for us. Sadly now that I'm older and can look back, he did it and fought so hard for all the wrong reasons. sadly it wasn't bc he loved his kids and wanted to give them a good life. he only did it at the time bc he was possessively In love with my birth mother. and she no longer wanted him. he was going crazy over her, too the point to where he attempted suicide prior to getting custody of us. so what better way to get revenge than to get the kids who she had given up and walked away from, and told the father we were dead. so after she found out my dad was fighting for us, she all the sudden wanted us, not so much tho. basically she was their to try and convince the courts of every reason why he shouldn't get us. I only wish the court would have heard her out alittle better bc everything she said he would do, he ended up doing and then some. unfortunately they looked at it as her being a crazy jealous ex. it was alittle of both I assume. so back to when my father was finally awarded custody we came to Springfield ohio to live with him I don't remember awhole lot from when we first moved in with him. we had already been used too seeing so many different strangers so it wasn't something new to us. my dad worked construction and carried, and laid blocks,bricks ect. he had our next door neighbor watch us most of the time. my dad went from being able to party, and go out and do what, and when he wanted. too being tied down by two kids, babies at that. but he loved the attention of all of it. he loved having many different woman in and out. every single one of them tried to play mommy. my dad would still drink his beer from the time he woke up, till he went to bed. I remember there always being so many people over at our house. all of my dads party buddies. many different ones in and out all getting crazy drunk. I remember all the loud crazy fights that broke out. my dad would throw them off our porch and down this hill I thought was a mountain size hill back then, but now that I seen the same hill years later as an adult, the hill in actuality was super small and wasn't that big like I had thought all those years. how he didn't go to jail as many fights he would get in, I'll never know. i know he couldn't get away with half the things he did back than, today there's no way. he would get stupid angry drunk and take things out on me and my brother. this is the beginning of the abuse mentally, and physically. too be continued. find out what happens next stay tuned. this is all a true story!!!