My mom Hillary and my dad Travis never were the best parents a kid could ask for. My dad when, I was one or two years old, was always in and out of jail a lot; with him not around for weeks allowed me to grow closer to my grandpa Mark who I call papa. I got attached to my papa extremely quick we were like best friends. In addition to when I was young my dad moved out as a result of my mom kicking him out which made it difficult on me. From then, on It was really just me and my mom living in my papa 's house until we were stable. I tried to spend all the time I could with my papa because he took me to do entertaining activities and was fun. My mom met a guy Dustin, and got married a couple years later to my step dad. Although he had a daughter named Karson who was a month younger than me, I still didn 't like him one bit. Some say them getting married was delightful, but I never saw it as anywhere near delightful just unhappiness. My step dad seemed nice at first, but once you saw the real him it wasn 't anything what most people saw when they met him. I learned he also did weed, although my mom has always done it, I didn 't want to be around it. My mom doing weed was one of the worst things that ever happened to us as a family it drove us apart. She would sneak off to her room with my step dad every night to smoke weed which at the time Karson and I had no idea what weed was. All we knew was to stay away from the door and not ask for anything while they were in
