Finding Her Place
Trigger Warning: abusive fathers, alcoholism, abuse, mention of rape.
Read at your own risk.
Ever since I was able to remember, I've been bouncing in and out of foster homes; I guess you could say that I've become a stereotypical "foster child" from a very young age. Out of every foster parent I've had the joy of meeting, not a single one of them had ever considered adopting me out from my parents'. My social worker, Katie, once had tried to tell me that I'd never be adopted out because my birth parents cared that much about me to fight for my custody.. but I never believed it. If they cared so much, why'd they always do the stupid shit that sent me back in the first place? Katie was probably just coming up with some elaborate lie to make me feel better about the fact that nobody ever wanted to claim me "for life". It took me seven years to finally learn that the real reason why my parents would fight "so hard" for my custody is so they were able to look good for the neighbors who lived by them. They're the type of people who wanted to look good in the eyes of everyone they came across, despite the truth about who they really were.