simplykori

One day,
I won't be broken anymore.

I'd like to take this moment to say thank you to Steve.
He has given us a place to call our own, a place to share our greatest happinesses, and our
biggest doubts.
A place where we can hold eachother up, while the rest of the world tries to tear us down.
And recently, I've realized:
none of you even know my story.
But, if you are willing to listen, I'm willing to tell you all.
So here goes nothing.
My parents got divorced when I was two years old. They had thirteen years of happy marriage before my mom decided to cheat on my dad with his best friend. After leaving m dad shortly after cheating, and dragging us with her, my dad became an alcoholic. He needed to bury the hole in his heart torn out by the one woman who he had ever truly loved, barred from her and his family forever. After leaving my dad my mom decided to move in with a man she barely knew, who quickly became known as our step-father. Rude and obnoxious, he changed our mother from the once beautiful and caring person, into a prissy snob. Me and my older sister Toni spent our childhood missing our dad and resenting our mom for tearing us away from him. Soon my mom began to drink as well and it felt like our whole childhood revolved around alcoholics. If we werent coming home to one, we were waiting for it to begin. My sister gave up her childhood to raise me, so I could have one of my own. She always kept an eye on me and made sure I grew up nice and slow, the way she always deserved. We grew up together, keeping eachother afloat in a world threatening to drown us. After fourteen years of being with m step-dad, my mom found out he had been cheating on her for years. Ironic isn't it? She left him, taking all of her things, and unknowingly growing back into the person she used to be. My dad began to heal the hole in his heart when me and my sister moved in with him not too long ago. The past few years have been the hardest in my life, falling in love for the first time, having someone break my heart for the first time. Dealing with the love and loss of my family, and "friends" who stabbed me in the back. I've learned lots of things lately. But what I have to say to all of you?


The greatest gift I've ever recieved is the ability to be happy.
I wish it on every single one of you.
Directioner or not.
Girl or boy.
The only thing I ask for you?
Listen to a person's story before you judge.
You'll never understand where a person's been if you haven't walked their journey.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this if you did.
Very few people know my story.

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