Personal Narrative: Growing Up As A Child

When I sit back and look at how my life was growing up as a child and all the things I have been through in my entire life made me the strong woman that I am today. It all went downhill when my father passed away, he was my entire world. Since the death of my father, my mom became more and more depressed as the days went by and tend to distance herself, so it seemed like I had lost both of my parents that day. Growing up with no form a guidance I was a very rebellious kid, I did every and anything just to get attention such as: fights, pot, stole thing, got arrested numerous times, but that was still yet not the worst part of my life. Over the past few months my mother got into this relationship with a guy name Andrew things got serious
between them that he moved into the apartment with us, something about him I never did liked, but because he was making my mom so happy, which I have never seen since my dad past away I just pull along with it. The first few months were pretty awkward and yet creepy at the same time, Andrew always gave me this look, like every time I came out of the shower I could feel him staring me down with his naked eyes and that feeling was so uncomfortable.
It all began one night when I turned in to bed, while dossing off to sleep, I could hear my room door slowly opening, thinking it was my mom coming into room to borrow one of my stuff, so therefore I did not play it no mind until Andrew was laying right next to me. I jump up off my bed confused about what was happening, he then placed his hands over my month and started ripping off my clothes I tried to kicking and screaming, but he was to strong and mom had worked the night shift that day at the hospital.

I can’t believe this had happened to me he had robbed me off my innocence, as he left my room I ran into the bathe room and locked the door, I was so scared my body started to shake like a leaf, tears streaming from my eyes, wondering if I should tell my mom what happened because she is at the point in her life where she is happy again, and I loved seeing her happy; so I decided not to say anything and just maybe that was just a onetime thing but little did I know.
He sneaked into my room almost every night and continuously raped me and other nights I would sneak out of the house and go to a friend’s house to spend the night cause I was so afraid of being home. After months of being sexually molested I found out I was pregnant, at that point I had no choice but to tell my mom what had happen. As I told my mom what had happen, her reaction to what I said was surely not what I expected, instead of comforting me she lashed out at me like I was not the victim in this or like I caused it upon myself. At that point I felt like I could not of trusted anyone, suffered from depression and I even attempted suicide . I later on moved out of the house and into my own apparent, went back to school and got my life back together, it was the hardest and most meaningful experience that I ever went through and because of that it made me the strong independent woman I am
today.