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My boyfriends best mate is smoking hot. we are secretly going behind my boys back to have some fun. after seeing the size of my bfs d*** compared to his mates i cant help myself but lean more towards him.

My boyfriends best mate is smoking hot. we are secretly going behind my boys back to have some fun. ...

My childhood was full of pain, torment and loneliness. All I had was my family and even they were total strangers to me. My mother is extreme overly everything- protective, micro managing, rude, and sometimes downright abusive of her title as my so called 'mother'. The only thing that has kept me going is my boyfriend, who is my reason for living. I am only 16, so my nightmare in my house continues. I don't know how much longer I can take it. In accordance with the law and physical 'abuse', my mother's hands are clean. If I could leave this house on the basis of mental and verbal abuse, I would. But according to society and the way my mother guilts me into feeling bad, I can't because she's 'teaching me a valuable lesson'. Yeah, I'd like to know how calling me a worthless, stupid w**** is teaching me anything but hatred and contempt for my own family. I wish I could have a normal family . A family where my only friend isn't on a ship seven thousand miles away, where my older sister actually cares about me, my younger brother isn't a p**** that is pampered by my grandparents, my father is more than just a hated memory of a stoned drunkard who couldn't have the decency to be a good husband at the least, let alone a father, and a mother who didn't treat me like the dog s*** on the floor. Who didn't treat me like a slave , talk to me like I'm nothing but trash, and control mylife while she's at it. I've done everything she tells me to. I clean the house, I maintain above average grades, I behave in and outside of school, my boyfriend is a decent guy who would never do anyone but protect and love me. H***, even my boyfriend can't wait until we move out. He sees the way my mother treats me. He knows what I endure day after day. He is my only light as of now. What is supposed to be my backbone, my support and love of a family is nothing but a facade put on for the evening guests. Why can't I at least move out and live with someone else? Or my own life? Somebody please tell me what I've done wrong. Or how to end this nightmare...because I've tried moving out. There's no legal way for me to do it. I've tried. And the last time I did, I got a screaming mother in my face telling me how much of a spoiled brat I am and that I deserve nothing. I wonder if she even remembers the things she says to me . Most of the time she's drunk. But she always acts like she's a.....

My childhood was full of pain, torment and loneliness. All I had was my family and even they were to...

I don't mean to complain Honestly, in many ways my life sucks. My dad's a drug addict whom I never met. My step-dad and mom are both bipolar and emotionally abusive. My step-dad also is a cop and treats me like a criminal any time I'm even the slightest bit out of line. By slightest bit out of line, I mean the one day I got stuck in traffic and showed up exactly at 11:01pm. One minute past curfew. He screamd at me for about 20 minutes about how horrible that was of me. I also have to buy all my own things with my own money. Yeah, I know it's not a big deal. It just sucks when you're 17 and making minimum wage at Chuck E. Cheese. Some days I count up all my change to see if I have enough to eat that day. My parents take almost everything I earn and use it towards bills and their food and essentials. I understand they need help too, but I'd appreciate it if they stopped charging me for everything. I also have to buy all of our chickens feed; but only two of the birds out of eight are mine. This means I'm only aloud to have two eggs per day too. Sadly only one of my birds has started laying, so for now I have one egg a day. If I spend any money on myself, they call me greedy and selfish. If I want to go out somewhere besides work; they assume I'm using drugs. At the same time, I love my life. My family has its moments, but they still are my family. Even though it's s***** pay I honestly can say I love my job. Everyone there always helps me out and lets me vent to them on days when I'm upset. A few times I've been insulted by customers, and I had every other girl in the store come up and give me a hug. They really are some of the best friends I could ask for. My boss has also slipped me free meals and lets me take home extra food. My friends aren't always there for me, but I love them anyway. While I complain a lot at times, it's mainly just because I need to get some things out in the open. Really I don't mean to sound like a b**** or anything.

I don't mean to complain Honestly, in many ways my life sucks. My dad's a drug addict whom I never m...