Narrative Child Abuse

When I was around the age of 5 to 7, my mother left my father and I never got to see her. My mother didn't want anything to do with me. My mother never called. Never tried to come see me. The one time I actually went with her, her and her brother hit me so hard it messed up my hip. When my father went to pick me up from her, he noticed I was limping and took me to the hospital. The doctors filed a child abuse report and I had to speak with the cops. My mother and her brother were then questioned and had to appear in court. The whole time they were calling my father and his family calling us all liars and saying that we would never be anything but liars. They were so upset with me in general for telling on them. I was only around the age of
6 I believe, I didn't mean to get anybody in trouble. Although it was the right thing to do by telling, I still feel bad about it.
My mother and her family still have nothing to do with me. They even turned my older sister, Lacie, against me. Growing up was hard for Lacie and I. Our parents were always fighting and splitting up. Although we are half sisters, we were really close when all of this was happening. The older we got, the more we took sides. I always took my dad's and she always took my mom's. This was mainly because my mom always took her, and my dad always took me. Growing up I didn't know any different than my aunts being my mom. I was so used to them being there, I was so use to them giving me what I never had from my mom. I began calling my aunts my mom. They didn't mind, they knew how important they were to me. I didn't know my mom. I always hear that a mom has a special connection with their babies. I always wondered why I had that with my aunts and why I didn't have that with my mom. I almost feel like maybe it is my fault. Maybe I could've done something better, maybe my dad could have. My parents eventually got back together before the court case was over so the charges were dropped. They still hated me for telling the cops. For so long I was upset that my uncle would not talk to me. Every time I saw him, he wouldn't even look at
me. At age 16, my mother and sister left again. This time I have a 9 year old brother that she left with me and my dad. My brother didn't understand what was going on. My dad tried for so long to get her to come home and work things out. My dad tried so hard to get her to be a mom to us. They both have custody of me and my brother, my sister is 18. Being old enough to see and understand things that are going on, I believe the stories I heard. I believe that it wasn’t my dad or his family that was keeping me from her. My mother does not call, she does not text, she has become a ghost. After she left, I had to step up and do everything around the house. I have basically become an adult. I take my brother to appointments, I cook, I clean. I am basically the woman of the house now. My brother has become more important. I don't really do things for myself. It is all about him and my father. I don't mind helping, I have a big heart and since my dad has always been there, I will do anything for him. My mom leaving has transformed me into the person I am today. This has made me grow up, this has prepared me for the life ahead.