Trusting God
I want to post something different from anything I've ever posted before. It has nothing to do with my sick story, but everything to do with my story. Please bare with me... Around 2 1/2 years ago my family went through one of the most pivotal moments in our lives. Things were really really bad. My step dad, who is an alcoholic, had been drinking nearly every chance he got. He was a mean drunk. I feared the nights because that was always when he was at his worst. Often times things would become physical and he would hurt my mom, myself, or sometimes my brothers. My mother took the worst of every confrontation and I would find myself coming to her aide much of the time. I hated him, but I always held off on calling the police at my mom's request. I was the protector in the house. I took it as my responsibility to break up fights and make sure my mom and little brothers were safe. This earned me a few bruises, but mainly emotional battering from my step dad. One night in