Im sure all of my problems started the day we met. He was no threat to me at the time. Showered me with gifts, treated mother right. We were happy, a real family once again. Then things started to crumble, my gifts were vanishing. Things were being taken away for not wanting to spend time with family. I became insecure and he told me I needed to work out. I was 12 years old. Who tells a 12 year old that, I was taught to look presentable at all times. Mother was blinded, up until she caught him cheating. Then there was divorce number two. We packed up, and left. New home, new start. Last year in middle school. And I could reinvent in High-school.