My Story

My story, I was raised ok. I mean as good as any middle class family can do raising a female in the west side of SA,Tx. Hey im T 34 years old. We're gonna keep names short, first letter only just because this is my story their only apart of it so I feel better about it and for there privacy as well. I'll start when my whole world changed the day my father died I was 7. As much as that hurt because me and my father where close.. I was daddy's little girl. Well later that day i find out my dad adopted me and my little bother N from his daughter who all my life I saw as my sister. To say I was shocked is an understament, my whole life felt like a lie. My Dad the man that has been raising me for as long as I can remember is my grandfather and my sister who never around in and out of jail doing drugs is my mother. As that my enough she doesn't know my father or just refuses to let me. Actually my whole family will not tell me, guess it a good thing then hun. Theres alot of bad people in this world.