So since I moved in with my husband's family my biological family has been trying to get me to talk to Anne, my former grandmother and last person I lived. I don't see why I should talk to her, neither do my in laws and my husband. All my grandmother did was verbally abuse the crap out of me to the point where I had to go to the hospital with a major panic attack at least once a month, so when it...

It's me again. So I'm twenty-one years old right now, and I've been living with my fiance and his family for about three months now. I've been thinking about it, and this was the absolute best thing for me to do. I'm so very happy I moved here the way I did. I'm glad I live with such a loving family. There's only good happening since I moved here, although it doesn't all seem good it is. I have to...

I'm a young woman who was raised by my father. My father raised me single-handedly. I mean I had a biological mother and a step-mother. I had siblings blood-related, but now I'm down to one. My dad raised me to be strong and independent woman. One who fought to survive, thrive, and make my dreams come true. He taught me to sacrifice my own happiness to save others or protect the ones you love. I...

First, if you don't agree please do not comment. This doesn't concern everyone. This concerns the people who grew up in family's like I did.When I was a little kid, at the age of eight or nine, I didn't understand that when my dad married my step-mom that her son was my brother like my blood sister was my sister. That summer, Dad taught me a very valuable lesson. No matter if the person is blood...

Dad and the only real mother figure I had in my life, April, always told their kids that if we were doing something badly that they weren't going to spare our feelings. They would tell us flat out if we were terrible at something. I was scared at first when they said that, but when we saw people on American Idol who couldn't sing... I started to understand. They were saving us from humiliating...

There's a lot that I've kept hidden from the world. I've done it my entire life... And for like the past three years I've honestly and openly talked about my dad to like two people. The person I'm with and his amazing mother. Maybe I talked to the person I'm with's family. I remember that when I talked to them about it I'm not as scared because in all honesty, they listen and understand. And...

I'm a pretty good person... I always help people who really need it... Who want things to look up from their dark spot in life... I always lend an ear to the people who need it... S-so why is virtually no one there when I need them? Why was it when I lost my father and was losing my whole world was being taken from me, no one reached out to me with the intention to actually listen to me? No one...

This week has been one of the worst weeks of my life. Right up there by the first week when I lost my father. I feel like- How do I explain this? The week I lost my father my whole life crumbled beneath my feet. Because the week I lost my father, I didn't just lose him. I lost my blood family, adopted family, and my friends. I was going to lose my house, my town I lived in, and my life was...

Recently a friend of mine and many other people, Scarlett Paxton, died. And the year before that my father, Keith Gabbert, passed away. And recently I've discovered a lot of people don't have respect for the dead or the ones left behind grieving. And my question is why? Why the heck do people get to talk shit when either a. they've never been through something like that or b. you didn't know the...

Look, I know not everyone's going to agree with me. I get that, but I like to point this out to at least someone. I know we're conditioned to want a boyfriend/girlfriend, and when you're single it sucks. But life's first, not so bad when you're single, and two, it's nothing to worry or stress about. We're young, and we don't need to find that "better half" right now. We have all the time in the...

And here I sit nodding off, but I can't go to sleep. The nightmares are too much for me. And it doesn't get better. Doesn't matter the reassurance I get from friends. I know he's dead. They tell me he is, but the dreams are always the same. He's alive, well, and he hates me.Ya think I wouldn't dream this. I was Daddy's lil girl, and he loved me a lot, but the nightmares-I can't tell anyone. I'm...

I'm most likely getting kicked out soon, and I have no idea what to do or where to go. I'm in a place where I know just about no one. I have two friends, but they are both guys, and they can't help. I was offered to stay at someone's house, but the family hates me. They're only offering help to keep their reputation safe. I may be able to ask an old friend's family, but I'm not sure they'll say...

Last year wasn't one of my favorites; my dad died, I was temporarily disowned by a family that never cared about me in the first place, I had to try to finish high skool while taking care of the house and its weeping occupants. I had to move to ensure I was safe from the people I once called my family. I moved in with my mom who was willing to help me, but due to my grieving I made up some really...