My real mom died when I was only a year and a half old from cancer. I had to have nannies until I was 6. The last one I had was physically and sexually abusive. My dad remarried when I was 6. She already had two kids, who are both older than me. I was a lot more out of control in those days. I had frequent temper tantrums, I didn't develop good social skills (which still plagues me to this day) and I was almost suicidal at that young of an age. I think the fact that my mom (I don't call her my stepmom) treated me as if I were her own child, and she still does. She gave me equal love to what she gave her real kids. She was also strict with me and made me know that certain things wouldn't be tolerated. In fact, my parents are just splitting up now, and I'm going to live with her and not my biological dad (the reason why would take way too long).

Anyway, I think I owe it to my mom, my brother, and my sister. They really turned my life around and I think I would be a horrible person.

Wow I never knew how good it felt to vent on this site. :rastasmoke: