Speak Up

When I was about 8 years old I lost my Dad to Meth. Both of my parents were drug addicts. My parents split and my Mom abandoned me when I was 4 years old and my Dad took me, he was my hero, I loved him so much. I saw that he did everything he could to make sure I had what I needed. I knew it was hard for him, he didn't know how to raise a little girl. He smoked weed until I was about 8 years old then we moved to Apache Junction, AZ...that's where I lost my Daddy. He got really mean and didn't seem to care about me anymore. All of his friends looked like hobos and he was beginning to blend in. He started beating me over everything! I left my jacket at school and he gave me a concussion. I woke up to him crying with apologies but not a week later I would do something to set him off again. I was too young to know until I was about 11. I ran away when I was 15. I figured no matter what I did I was getting beat. I thought him having a kid to take care of was pushing him to use drugs. I thought without me around, he would get clean. He didn't for another 6 years...he let his baby girl go so he could stay high...I got pregnant with my daughter and had her when I was 16 and I finished growing up with my boyfriend's family. I have never tried Meth and I will NOT. I won't even associate with a tweaker, I'm scared of getting stabbed in the back. I will not treat my children the way meth made my Dad treat me.