They know..and still do

They know what happened, with little help from anyone. She would talk to others about what she thought she knew and heard from others not knowing the real truth. Telling others about the so called life her step daughter lived only half of it being real other half fiction. So what if I only came in with the clothes I had on my back maybe thats all I had. I never asked to be there. Forced to live with a father I barely knew and a mother and a step mother that wasnt doing right by me.
Living with her children was hell she told them things about me to make them hate me. My father was always gone working or cheating on his wife. He was such an alcoholic. Breath smelling of such cheap beer and words of unkindness. We knew to never wake him once he was asleep bad things would happen. He'd beat my brother every thirty mins. for bringing home an F. What mother lets any man beat their child?  I hated that because my step mother would get mad about it and come into my room late at night pull me out and beat me...all because my father was beating her son.
In a way I got myself out the situation. My father got drunk one night and punched me in the eye. The next day his wife begged me not to go to school. I went anyway. And from there things got better.
I'm thankful for how my life is and how my husband has helped me through it all.
He's my rock and I will forever be grateful for him and all that he does for me.
Sometimes its hard to let go of your past.
But sometimes we have to learn to forgive and live.

There's light at the end of each tunnel.