That’s the first time I experienced being homeless. But it definitely would not be the last.
Throughout the years I have been homeless 10 times thanks to my parents. I have missed meals for days straight. I have slept in tents and cars and couches, all thanks to my “amazing” parents. I’ve had my prescription medication stolen to feed their drug addiction and for them to sell them for our rent money. I’ve had them pawn my things for drug money. I’ve had them beg me for money to help them buy food. I became more a parent then they were. Even after all of those things they put me through and how it has damaged me it was never the worse thing they would do to me. They told me they loved me and would do anything for me but I learned after one incident that they lied and people lie and hurt you no matter how much they love or care about you.
Now I remember we were living in this pretty decent house during the summer before my Sophomore year. I had my own room and so did my siblings. Things were looking up for us for a change… well until I heard my parents arguing one morning. I was still in my bed, being woken up due to their loud booming voices. They were arguing about money and how they needed to find someone way to get some, otherwise we would be in a crap ton of