I was born in a very wealthy family thanks to my grandfather, my dad was adopted so my grandpa didn’t know what was in store for him. During the first years of my life, my parents were very abusive. They were addicted to alcohol and all kinds of drugs, even though we lived in absolute nonstop wealth that was being drained by their life style. They would have parties at home, they would go to rock concerts and every weekend and leave me at home with grandpa. I cried a lot. The neglect was nuts. One time I crawled onto the kitchen counter as a baby, grabbed a knife, crawled and stabbed myself, leaving a scar on my leg that I have today. Another time when I was a baby, I was drowning in our jacuzzi while no one was watching and my dad’s friend jumped in and saved me. Then my dad started beating up my mother a lot. The last time they fought when I was 5, my dad broke my mother’s head open while he was wearing multiple sharp rings on his fingers. There was one time my dad threw my mom out on the freeway because they were having an argument and we drove off without her. He used to punch holes in the walls in our house when he was upset. i started getting into a habit of slamming my head down on things and slamming books on my face, along with a nail biting habit that I have yet to this day to stop.
My dad went to jail for splitting my moms head open, my aunt picked up my mom, my sister and I and we grabbed everything we can and left, while my grandpa went to go bail my dad out.
We stayed at my aunts for a week, then to a woman’s shelter for a few months and through Christmas in Fullerton. During that woman shelter experience, my baby sitter French kissed me before I went to sleep. I was like 6 year old at the time. She was probably 16-18 years of age or older…
We end up moving to an apartment in Irvine. i discovered a neighbor girl that I got along with and we would play marriage. Her and I would also French kissed a lot. I was in second grade and she was in 3rd grade. We did a few other things with clothes on that I won’t get into.
i felt drawn to a woman in the park and she told me about Jesus. I felt a peace during that moment that I probably never felt around that time. That same month, I went to church and got baptized, even though I didn’t know what was going on.
My dad and mom get back together and we move into a house in Irvine, along with my grandpa. They split up again. I move with my mom and sister in Orange in an apartment.
My mom starts dating a meth dealer and she got a job as an exotic dancer.
We lose our apartment and are moving from motel to motel for years, while my moms stripping and my sister and I are going to school.
My mom gets a new boyfriend and we move into his small warehouse and live in a crack in the attic for about a year while I was in 6th grade, 12 years old.
His warehouse burns down, so my dad moves my mom, my sister and I into an apartment again and pays for our stay for a year. During that time, I start hanging out with the neighbor kids, including older teenagers. With the kids my age and older, we would play all kinds of fun sport games together, we also played spin the bottle and the older teenagers convinced me to smoke marijuana, even though I never ever wanted to do that. My sisters older friend bought me an x rated movie and so that is when that happened.
In that apartment complex was a woman named Robin Bowers, who asked all of us kids to come to her apartment for a Bible study. She was an ex heroine addict and just recently got separated from her kids because of her addiction. She brought us on a camping trip, took us fishing and brought all of us to church that summer. I’ll never forget that. I even have her picture on my wall in my room right now from her celebration of life that I went to last year.
Anyway, 8-9th grade, my mom, sister and I move to my aunts house in Tustin, while I still go to school in Orange. I experience the most demonic movie I saw up until then, The Ring, and I had to sleep in my sisters bed for a week.
Right before tenth grade, my sister moves to my dad’s and,I stay with my mom. My mom starts using meth again and we move into the one guys house for a day. He starts asking me questions while my mom is gone. He asked me if I’ve ever had sex before. I said no and he said I should try it and that I’d really like it. He ended up calling some lady over that he knew that would have sex with me and when she got there, I ran to the bedroom we were staying in and hid under the covers because I was so afraid.
My mom moves us to a motel and that is when I decided that I didn’t want to live that life anymore. I told my friend Chris at school that I was going to sleep at school that night because I’m not going to live with my mother anymore. He invited me to his house that day. It was his dad’s birthday. Little did I know but they were a practicing Christian family. They took me in, got a bunk bed for my friend and i to sleep on and I live with them for a few years. His dad was previously a pastor and he ask God a question at the flip of a coin, if he was going to go overseas to do mission work or become a business man. He end up becoming a business man.
He owned and ran a carpet cleaning business, while the mother brought all of us to church every Sunday and Wednesday. But the darkness was not over…
While at church, some of the girls there would lead me behind the dumpster where the pastor wasn’t looking and suggest sexual favors, while the other girls watched. Luckily, the pastor called us in time and nothing happened.
We went to Christian camp in the mountains and had Bible studies every week. After a while I stopped going to the Sunday services and
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My dad went to jail for splitting my moms head open, my aunt picked up my mom, my sister and I and we grabbed everything we can and left, while my grandpa went to go bail my dad out.
We stayed at my aunts for a week, then to a woman’s shelter for a few months and through Christmas in Fullerton. During that woman shelter experience, my baby sitter French kissed me before I went to sleep. I was like 6 year old at the time. She was probably 16-18 years of age or older…
We end up moving to an apartment in Irvine. i discovered a neighbor girl that I got along with and we would play marriage. Her and I would also French kissed a lot. I was in second grade and she was in 3rd grade. We did a few other things with clothes on that I won’t get into.
i felt drawn to a woman in the park and she told me about Jesus. I felt a peace during that moment that I probably never felt around that time. That same month, I went to church and got baptized, even though I didn’t know what was going on.
My dad and mom get back together and we move into a house in Irvine, along with my grandpa. They split up again. I move with my mom and sister in Orange in an apartment.
My mom starts dating a meth dealer and she got a job as an exotic dancer.
We lose our apartment and are moving from motel to motel for years, while my moms stripping and my sister and I are going to school.
My mom gets a new boyfriend and we move into his small warehouse and live in a crack in the attic for about a year while I was in 6th grade, 12 years old.
His warehouse burns down, so my dad moves my mom, my sister and I into an apartment again and pays for our stay for a year. During that time, I start hanging out with the neighbor kids, including older teenagers. With the kids my age and older, we would play all kinds of fun sport games together, we also played spin the bottle and the older teenagers convinced me to smoke marijuana, even though I never ever wanted to do that. My sisters older friend bought me an x rated movie and so that is when that happened.
In that apartment complex was a woman named Robin Bowers, who asked all of us kids to come to her apartment for a Bible study. She was an ex heroine addict and just recently got separated from her kids because of her addiction. She brought us on a camping trip, took us fishing and brought all of us to church that summer. I’ll never forget that. I even have her picture on my wall in my room right now from her celebration of life that I went to last year.
Anyway, 8-9th grade, my mom, sister and I move to my aunts house in Tustin, while I still go to school in Orange. I experience the most demonic movie I saw up until then, The Ring, and I had to sleep in my sisters bed for a week.
Right before tenth grade, my sister moves to my dad’s and,I stay with my mom. My mom starts using meth again and we move into the one guys house for a day. He starts asking me questions while my mom is gone. He asked me if I’ve ever had sex before. I said no and he said I should try it and that I’d really like it. He ended up calling some lady over that he knew that would have sex with me and when she got there, I ran to the bedroom we were staying in and hid under the covers because I was so afraid.
My mom moves us to a motel and that is when I decided that I didn’t want to live that life anymore. I told my friend Chris at school that I was going to sleep at school that night because I’m not going to live with my mother anymore. He invited me to his house that day. It was his dad’s birthday. Little did I know but they were a practicing Christian family. They took me in, got a bunk bed for my friend and i to sleep on and I live with them for a few years. His dad was previously a pastor and he ask God a question at the flip of a coin, if he was going to go overseas to do mission work or become a business man. He end up becoming a business man.
He owned and ran a carpet cleaning business, while the mother brought all of us to church every Sunday and Wednesday. But the darkness was not over…
While at church, some of the girls there would lead me behind the dumpster where the pastor wasn’t looking and suggest sexual favors, while the other girls watched. Luckily, the pastor called us in time and nothing happened.
We went to Christian camp in the mountains and had Bible studies every week. After a while I stopped going to the Sunday services and
Continued in next post…