Story of a Girl (1)

This is the story of a girl who cried a river and drowned the whole world and while she looked so sad in photographs I absolutely love her when she smiles. -Nine Days, Story of a Girl

I am only nineteen years old, but with as much as I have gone through in my life I might as well be quite a bit older. When I was little I lived with my mom and didn't have a father. She told me that he left her before she had me. She dated a bit, then met my stepdad. He used to beat her, but they always made up and we had a happy family from what I could see. They even had a little boy together so I have a half-brother. He and I didn't always get along, but I love and miss him. I love and miss all of them.
My mom wasn't the best person in the world. She was into drugs (so was my stepdad) and there were quite a few times that my brother and I were almost taken away, but we always ended up at a relatives house for a while. Even though she wasn't perfect, she was always good to me. I loved my mom. When I was in high school I lost her in a car accident. She was hit by a drink driver and, of course, he lived. My stepdad stayed around long enough to arrange the funeral and sell the house before taking off with my brother to live closer to his side of the family. However, since they hadn't finished all the legal stuff for him to adopt me, there was a huge battle between him and my moms parents. They wouldn't let him take me because, technically, they had legal custody of me and they never really liked him. I lived with my grandparents when he left. My grandma is psycho and has bipolar moments where she would start talking about how horrible of a daughter my mom was and how I was just like her.
It was too much for me to handle so I decided to find my real dad. He is a lawyer with a wife and two daughters. I lived with them for a little less than a year before I decided to try living with my grandparents again. My stepmom was crazy and I didn't really feel like I completely belonged there. I kept wishing my stepdad would have fought harder for me even though I know that there was nothing he could really do.
I ended up getting pregnant, dropping out of high school, and getting married at the courthouse. My son's dad is no longer in the picture though because we just got divorced a few months ago. He was beating me, talking to me like I was worthless, and making me feel as if I deserved it, but I know now that I didn't. Now I am pregnant with a second son and the dad and I have been getting along off and on. Every couple has their differences, and I think this guy could truly be my prince charming. All I wanted when I was little was a family of my own so that's what I'm doing. I'm still living near my grandparents and they are still trying to control my life, but I am going to get out of here soon and raise my little family. I just wish my mom was still around and that my friends weren't too busy with college and all.